12 October 2012
Once a fabulous trend, A social status, The gentlemen's friend The swirl of smoke A mist A plume Nicotine fog as you enter the room.
For the rich and famous a sexual status Cigar for the win when the war is done, Or a fag for the lovers after their leg over.
The fashion for smoking has long died and gone, It ages our bodies and cancers our lung. It makes our clothes smell rancid musky Yellows your teeth, Dulls your skin, Makes your voice croaky and husky.
Clubbing now has a different style, Lots of people going outside for a while it splits up groups that u have gone out with smokers outside chatting whilst non left dancing the night away, The clubs no longer smell of tobacco smoke that makes your eyes sting and our lungs choke no siree It smells like toilets and wet carpets, Even more disgusting u tell me?
Tobacco • Opuss № I