Nicotine

Nicotine

A Poem by Tyler Berg

My fingers stained from my nicotine

I smoke three, four packs a day

it doesnt matter what you say

No smoking sections, I'll start a scene

 

Between my fingers, you'll see a cigarette

a lighter in my jeans

and a pack between the seems

I inhale every day without regret

 

You wont see me with a patch on my wrist

I keep my smokes close to my bic

my smoke will more than likely make you sick

Im a smoker, you get this gist

 

© 2008 Tyler Berg


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KGV
Clever.

Posted 16 Years Ago


flows brilliantly- sometimes rhymes make me sick, but this works so naturally. grade a

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Tyler Berg
Tyler Berg

Livingston, TX



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Not too much to say about me, I have alot inside my mind and an overhwelming desire to let it out so this seemed like a good outlet more..

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A Poem by Tyler Berg