Addicted

Give us a light, I could murder a smoke

Come on now mate, this isn’t a joke

I haven’t had had one for a couple of days

And I’m walking about in a kind of a haze

My brain just won’t function till I’ve had a hit

I know that its bad, but I don’t give a shit

My body is trembling, my mind's turned to mush

I just need to feel that nicotine rush

One more cigarette that’s all that I ask

Then you can continue performing your task

Just let me have my last nicotine fix

Then ferry me, Charon, over the Styx

© John W Fenn 09-03-2009