Bad Habit, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Oh ashes
What an addict
You made of me

I keep telling myself
That an end is of my will
At the time of my choosing

But the nicotine is in me
The cowboy call, the desert
Of the camel, binds me

I inhale you, deeply
Like the opening line
In Blondie’s 11:59

I am not scientist
On a sidewalk being social
But I did get satisfaction

I grab you after every meal
I grab you during every poker game
I grab you, between my fingers

Sometimes on my ear you linger
I turn you over in my pack
In hopes I get some luck back

Patches and pills, won’t cure my ills
In my bedroom, your sweet smoke fills
When I can’t have you, I get the jones
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