Poetry: Chain Smoker

Inhale death and exhale life
These white sticks outline my body in chalk
I know it's killing me
But it's hard to walk
Away, keep them far away from me
Please, don't judge
What don't you understand?
Hell, I don't understand it myself
I must be wealthy
All the cigarettes I've smoked
Or just very petty
That I can't say "no."
After every meal
I need me a smoke
When I'm not smoking
All I think about is taking a toke
That rope around my neck
Is far too tight
Loosen the grip a bit
Or take my life
I used to smoke like a chimney
My lungs and smoke would always fight
Quitting cigarettes never felt so right