Nicotine Smoothies
Everyone who smokes,
Raise your hands!
Now keep them down,
Let’s justify our habits!
My slumber ends 7 in the morning,
So does all of my serotonin,
Have you ever felt like falling off a cliff?
But like inside your own body?
A feeling you’ve never felt,
But known oddly,
Leaving you to abused unexcused catastrophes,
They’ve sadly ensued;
It’s like your whole universe, has daddy issues,
Badly misused, bodies lay,
Underneath a sky,
That probably pays;
A penny or two,
On holidays,
To your unapologetic ass,
In a sorry place;
Label me dumb,
Or, call me cray,
Or, way too extreme,
When I say,
That I am alright,
With the fucking mess, I made;
For this,
I pray,
For like 15 breaks,
To get my dose of nicotine shakes,
With a side of nicotine cakes,
That blaze my nights to normalcy,
And also my days;
Y’all will see me,
Tied down by sensitive knots,
Complimented by negative thoughts,
I get my Monday blues,
When Fridays end;
‘Coz I’m looking for a sip in a city,
With a dry-days-trend,
So let us meet at my place then,
So I can teach you to be a chef;
In the making of a Nicotine Smoothie!
Nothing fancy or boujee,
Just slices of you and me,
And a pack of smokes,
A bit of sob stories;
With a dash of jokes!
All followed by a coughing fit,
Bronchitis,
Or whatever y’all are calling it!
Nevertheless,
my smoothies not sweet
But it’s been sour,
And I finally got,
A nicotine patch and a Michelin star!
