TOO LATE? WE'VE TAKEN TO THE WEED
All around us do we seek,
The way of life, of which wise men speak.
This modern world has lost its way,
in which the Ancient Ones have nought to say.
The weakness of the human psyche
made strong by 'ISMS' and by 'NIKE'.
This, not for me, where is the real way?
Where every human can have his/her day.
Experimental tries wrought nothing,
Ban the Bomb! Etceteras! Frothing!
Ah! But here! This white cylinder, perhaps?
A phylactery? Light one up, the lungs collapse!
Too late! Too-bacco! I have been taken by the weed
And found in its addictive grasp, a total need.
MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT, I SMOKE
FINANCIALLY ITS MADE ME BROKE!
And not all that's broken is my purse
Its made me sick, my health to nurse
(This road leads early to the hearse!).
Before it's too late I'd better quit,
Regain my health, once more be fit!
It's best to seek the truth elsewhere in life,
Than to find oneself under a surgeons knife!
Let it Pass.