This is not a joke <br />I wish I had a smoke <br />Wish I could take a drag <br />Of a rolly or a fag <br />It would make me happy <br />If I had some baccy <br /> <br />I have got the money <br />But can't spend it that's not funny <br />Cos I'm stuck here in this cell <br />Doing no tobacco hell <br />I'm a man way over thirty <br />Sat like a baghead with cold turkey <br /> <br />Trying to rhyme some word with flowers <br />Trying to wile away the hours <br />Trying to stop my body yearning <br />Trying to stop my brain from burning <br />Trying to stop my brain from frying <br />Well anyways, I'm sat here trying <br /> <br />I've tried drinking cups of tea <br />But nicotine is calling me <br />Still five hours until canteen <br />And I'm not feeling serene <br />Then I'll be right for one more week <br />And go back to being meek <br /> <br />Then my calmness will return <br />When I'm sparking up a burn <br />Then I will settle down <br />Then I will loose this frown <br />Then I will be okay <br />And get through another day <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(c) varey 2013<br /><br />Gypsy Boy Varey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tobacco-blues/
