breanna wilson - stop smoking

Toxins in;
never to come out
your lungs, if they could
would scream and shout

Your teeth; how yellow
your; how bad
but somehow, without one,
you tend to feel sad

It's more than a habit;
it's an addiction
these are all facts;
i'm not speaking fiction

your body will rot;
inside and out
nasty things will happen;
as you'll soon find out

So heed the warnings;
and listen to what I say,
stop smoking now;
because you won't any other day

breanna wilson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stop-smoking-2/