The Smoking Gun

The Smoking Gun

A Poem by Pendantry
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Please do harangue me about my smoking -- as long as you don't drive.

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So today in the UK,
We are told to smoke no more in public places:
And the anti-passive lobby is appeased
At least for now.
 
While I agree that this is good,
Yet I feel the act misguided
Since the cars, still, clog the roads
Pouring fumes into our faces;
Cities stink of foul exhaustion 
And these gases do more harm -
Not just to us but to the world.
 
Smoking kills, some:
Driving kills, many.
 
It is true that I am guilty too
I am one part of the problem:
As one person there is little we can do, but
Watch elected leaders twiddle with solutions.


© 2007 Pendantry

© 2011 Pendantry


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Quick solutions seldom work
But our leaders seem to shirk
The research thats needed to
Put across their point of view
they pay too much attention to
the wishes of the vocal few.
I choose to smoke because I want to
I don't expect others to.
But no one tells me what to do
In my own house or my own car.
That is realy going too far
Neither is a smoke free zone
The choice is mine and mine alone.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Pendantry
Pendantry

Cambridge, United Kingdom



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