has changed.
I no longer smoke a brand with a man's name - John Player, Peter Jackson, Lucky Strike.
Now they're called SMOKING CAUSES PERIPHERAL VASCULAR DISEASE.
The packet has what looks like a mutant's arm on it but is, I believe, a representation of an artery with the fat being squeezed out of it.
The carton displays a gangrenous foot, missing a toe & the other four in various degrees of blackness.
& that reminds me. Somewhere I read, or was told, or inhaled, that every cigarette I smoked took five seconds off my life. If that's the case, the last twenty years have been a bonus.
3 comments:
oh my goodness, that's some nasty cigarettes...
i'd better quit now...*cough*
The dark humor in this post is my kind of stuff.
And, I'm glad I'm not a smoker...
By the way, keep up the great work, Mark. I absolutely love your poetry.
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