Nicotine

Nicotine, bedevilled little drug;
I hate you, reviled oxygen thug.
subtly enticed my innocent
twelve year tender choice youth
and pricked my dopamine leveled
senses, neuron motor pleasure points.

Orange tipped flame hot rocket, ashen
sticks gained fast points with peers,
consumed in fashioned revile;
you motherless camel labeled devil.
Had you even an animals father
or mad mans’ conscience you would never
have, continued your offspring to grow;
through elephant eared  tobacco plants’ glow;
taken from black ink resin Indian years.

But yes you wanted praise
and praise you got, from Reynolds and company
to raise, a hundred plus, deadly chemicals
sucked  through spotted filter plugs.

Not keeping with demand
you selfish, sulfuric smelling demon,
who even, stuffed paper pieces in chemical laden
paper sticks, to stay, saving puffing market sales.
Without guilt,  fuelling addicted minds, playing tricks
on addict wired, fish hooked, craving brains.

You send the quick rush, and the dying
to early tear watered graves.
I once was trying, and turning
willy nilly efforts; until
delivered four years ago
and apparently three to go.

Until my lungs clean, it will seem;
But never forgetting, your grey white whiff;
of which I still dream, still fighting
my lung filled exhausted conquer;
through valleys and rift, never give up!
Going to any length, fortunate abstaining,
daily saving, strength; weaned
delivered from carcinogenic
carbon, cyanide,
suicide
nicotine.

20 May 2007.