Scornful remarks I do not heed
Concerning my thwarting of the weed;
I have no reason for it's use
So why assault me with abuse.

I used to use the cancer stick
But death it brings on mighty quick;
Thus restraint I have begun:
I will never light another one.

No more cough I, nor hack nor spit,
I enjoyed this not one little bit,
But now I breathe fresh air again.
How glad I am I did refrain.

Two days this silly game I've played,
Two years of life I think I've aged.
But now my will begins to lag -
"'Scuse me mister - got a fag?"