I've figured out that I need to choose between a computer
and cigarettes;
It is giving me terrible frets.
For, poetry is quite fullfilling;
And smoking is perfect for being speedy or chilling.
It is a sickening choice to have to make;
Because I smoke constantly when I'm awake.
But, I am coughing much, much less;
Which is quite a lot less stress.
Because I am not smoking indoors; I go outside;
Where, by my own rules, I do abide.
For, in my apartment, I want walls that are clean;
White instead of brownish-yellow and nothing in between.
My heart does feel like it is beating quickly;
And my chest hurts, though it isn't tickly.
I need to soon decide what's more important to want;
Because the cigarettes surely taunt.