I think I'm smoking too much too many cigarettes And with a sore throat coming on why don't I Get to bed watch a string Of late movies there're some pretty good ones on Tonight the apartment is colder than Usual when it's usually verging on broiling if I were A lobster I wouldn't be getting a sore throat and certainly Wouldn't be smoking and cigarettes are so high In New York an odd situation in Vermont I'm going to stop smoking even Though I love to smoke like a Turk in Tulsa the cigarettes are cheaper and Dick Is smoking them up pretty soon he'll be back To enjoy the luxury of smoking as opposed to the habit I ought to read Cendrars but He makes me want to smoke and squint and hit Someone in the heart as you've hit me Every day this week and I'm glad I don't drink so there | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GENTLEMEN-RANKERS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE LARK ASCENDING by GEORGE MEREDITH RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP IN THE WATER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS MORNING STAR by HARRIET R. BEAN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 48. FAREWELL TO JULIET (10) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |