**For this piece I stared at photos I have from an experiment I did, It's on second hand smoke.**
End is so bright and red,
The nicotine rushes to their head.
You inhale all that black stuff,
The smell will stay on their shirts cuff.
The smoke it goes into your lungs,
They loose their taste buds on their tongues.
It rolls into you like smog,
Our lungs they fill with this thick fog.
A chemical reaction occurs,
Our lungs are more damaged then yours.
The fog still thick but not yellow,
But at least it's made you mellow.
More of us will die because of you,
We get sick because of this thing you do.
You have committed murder by choice,
You must get us treatments not toys.
We would of lived a healthy life,
Lived to see our son's wife.
We had no choice but to suffer,
Because of you we need a puffer.
But your addicted and for that we will pay,
And we will learn to suffer until our last day.
