I look a sight after my drink last night
What to do, can I quit, is't realistic?
Went to the doc's for a check, and they might
Put me in touch with a group assistic
In stopping smoking, that's a start, but quick
As I sink drink, which itself has become
Toxic, my resolve dissolves, and I sneak
Off to buy twenty sticks. Only want one
Or two, but this real caring government
Dictates we must buy twenty, such a blight
On lungs, but revenue treasurific
Kills off the poor, creates a tidy sum
For missiles and subs, keep memories bright
Of when we were the most militaristic
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