slaves to smoke

$omewhat in a cloud or haze

As to how so many, still today, are fooled into thinking 

we are FREE from slavery. 
So long as we smoke the stick of death poisoning ourselves
and others – a slow and painless suicide – not tax-FREE, in the least. 
Tobacco fumes, smoke, second-hand smoke, chokes. 
Bitter litter, more litter, evermore bitter — when Life is for rejoicing. 
Cigarettes only bring you down – down in the hell we’ve created
for our lonely, imperfect selves. A kick in the butt – YOU are the real fags.
Where is there room for rejoicing? 
Black hearts – black lungs – we are still slaves.  

About clasgtr

Ever have an idea or gut feeling, which you feel may have been mediated, for which there is no proof yet you feel nevertheless is valid and important enough to share? I put these down on blog to rid myself of them - it is a question of freedom of speech, and freedom of thought, and freedom from religious persecution. If anyone should feel offended, please be free to leave my blog.
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