Answer:
You labor through the day,
Ignoring your favorite melodies.
When finances run low,
A craving to smoke begins to grow.
Neglecting your health’s toll,
You spend all your money whole.
Your lung cells suffer decline,
Though they help you breathe fine.
Your blood fills up with nicotine,
Yet you don’t know what that means.
Each day sickness grows,
And despair in your life shows.
Eventually lung cancer turns your fate,
Proving you didn't care for your body's state.
This frightening poem aims to encourage quitting smoking.
