Tendrills of smoke circle my head
The smell of it fills me with dread.
Especially when I don't smoke
It's only when other people take a toke.
It burns
It makes my stomach churn
My eyes hurt
And I'm very curt.
I'm curt because I want my health
A killer that can attack in utter stealth
I want to keep my lungs inside of me
Healthy
Why can't they see that the habit's bad
For all of us, and it's so sad.
For the children around...the next generation
Breathe it in....It gets maximum penitration
Coughs and athsma, allergies and such
Makes this all too much
For they have a filter in their mouth.as they puff
We don't, and enough is enough.
