My coffin nails, my cancer sticks - the many names I call my fix. |
Altering Habits… My coffin nails, my cancer sticks - The many names I call my fix. My ciggies, stogies, snouts and jacks; The perfect way to chill, relax… My common sense says I must quit - I must find strength to thus commit. ‘Cause smoking's not a healthy way To live to see another day. It takes such will to pass them by - My bogeys, butts - I want to cry! My housersticks, my hairy rags; I must abstain – no puffs, no drags. So wanton is my need for cigs; My smokes, my gaspers, foster digs, I do so love the tab and dart; My reckless ways beset my heart… I have to say a fond farewell To habits that do so compel… My death sticks need to disappear - God give me strength to persevere. I finally quit June 2010 -- Yay! Still smoke-free 14 years later!!! 2024 |