THE ANTI, ANTI-SMOKING PRAYER
As I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord that you will keep, The Nico-Nazis wide awake, From noises that their halos make.
I am a smoker Lord you see, An outcast from society, But I don't tell those pious parrots, To cut out fats and eat their carrots!
Oh Lord the virtuous vultures pick, And call my smoke a "Cancer-Stick", Yet I don't look at their Big-Mac, And say "enjoy your Heart-Attack"!
Why does every sanctimonious soul, Preach to me about self-control, Well if they're perfect I'll stand alone, And dare the sin-less to cast the first stone!
I am aware that one day I'll die, I guess You know how when where and why, So if its from smoking my tombstone can say, From ashes to ashes, she loved life her way!
Tina White
AMEN!!!!!!
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