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I smoke,
I fornicate and gamble,
They'll bury me

With cancer in my liver
Black holes in my lungs,

Fluff in my pockets
A smile on my face

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Life Before Death

Contributed by ArdRi79 on Tuesday, 30th December 2003 @ 05:54:41 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

I drink,
I smoke,
I fornicate and gamble,
They'll bury me

With cancer in my liver
Black holes in my lungs,

Fluff in my pockets
A smile on my face

And two fingers frozen in rigor mortis.

Copyright © ArdRi79 ... [ 2003-12-30 17:54:41]
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Re: Life Before Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 12:01:47 PM AEST
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Lol. I liked this. I got an odd sense of humor so I found this funny. Ecspecially the last lines if it meant as I saw it.

Re: Life Before Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 01:08:48 PM AEST
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I wish I could go along with the illusion here but having watched my uncle Albert die slowly oh so very slowly of what, in those days, we called "consumption" (same as TB)but it was more often lung cancer caused by smoking............The memory pervades my mind.

Almost every family had photographs on the mantlepiece (1930's) of cousins aunts and uncles that were killed by tobacco. Consumption was a word only mouthed, never spoken.

I'd like to go along with you all on this bit of black humour but I just can't see the funny side.

Re: Life Before Death (User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 01:16:26 PM AEST
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I wish I could go along with the illusion here but having watched my uncle Albert die slowly oh so very slowly of what, in those days, we called "consumption" (same as TB)but it was more often lung cancer caused by smoking............The memory pervades my mind.

Every family had photographs on the mantlepiece in the1930's of cousins aunts and uncles that died of "Consumption" It was a word only mouthed, never spoken.

I'd like to go along with you all on this bit of black humour but I just can't see the funny side. At least today people know what they are doing to themselves.

bob

Re: Life Before Death (User Rating: 1 )
by ArdRi79 on Wednesday, 31st December 2003 @ 01:59:47 PM AEST
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I dont smoke it was poetic licence, tobacco has taken the lives of my family 2 its a crime that is legal to smoke purely so governments can tax addicts.

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