Smoking

[tectak]

I smoke the last cigarette
It fills me with satisfaction
At least I don't have terrets
My lungs are filled with emaciation

Maybe I should quit smoking
It would be healthier wouldn't it?
At least im not toking
And not blazing a bit

Jesus is the answer
Why does he force me to smoke
Like I'm a leper
With no hope

Maybe god will save me
probably not
He wants me to smoking the nicotine tree
But not pot

So I smoke my life away
And there is no stopping it
I look at my ash tray
and find it a despairing pit

Hi,
I have to ask this. Do you want to write poetry or just offload angst on to this site? Former or latter, you need to do it fluently. This, regardless of your ethos, is a poetry site. It is for people who, at whatever level of competance, wish to improve their poetic skills.
What is terrets, a crit asked? Do you know what it is? Do you know what emaciation means? Have you bothered to check? No. Well, you get no praise on this site except from others of a similar standing.
Check yourself out. Check your motives for posting in the first place. If you are happy that your poem is the best you can do on your own, then that is all we ask...oh, and of course, that you give feedback to others.
Best,
tectak