No Smoking:

by Scott Cole   Jun 1, 2015


I am a blood vessel
With a big job to do,
For I deliver your blood
To the vital parts of you.

My nerves are all shot
But alot rides on me,
I must keep it together
So I want start to bleed.

The pressure is strong
I must keep pushing on,
A nice and steady pace
Or things could go wrong.

Cause sometimes I'm up
And sometimes I'm down,
When I feel my very best
The more you get around.

I must always stay calm
But its so hard to do,
For I'm heavier than water
And I'm both red and blue.

I'm in really good shape
And the top of my vein,
But I do clot sometimes
Now ain't that a shame.

The clot gets in my way
It really slows me down,
And for the life of you
I can't make my rounds.

So keep a check on me
Cause I am getting old,
And it takes all I got
To stay warm or not cold.

Right at this very moment
I'm doing such a good job,
Please put out that cigarette
Or I could suddenly just stop

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  • 8 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Humor with a serious truth presented flawlessly