Saturday 10 October 2015

Poem 10: Tobacco


Divided and dual
I'm a divi-dual
Caught in the grip
Of a habit that won't slip. 

Driven to pollution
I'm slave to addiction
Lucid though I am
About the nature of the scam.

Victory is ephemeral
Against this particular animal
For tried I have—my best—
To put the poisonous weed to rest

But my brain craves more
Altered chemically at core
By the fuming fiasco:
The plant tobacco.