The information about a writer on a dust jacket, or, in this case, on a profile page, should suffice. (which is why I am not too keen on the anonimity saught by so many storiesvillers.

But I will do it just this once...

I am aware that one in three thousand cancer victims might have problems caused by secondary smoking. They had no choice, so, for them, I am truly sad.

But I suppose people who chew gum, whose stomachs partly digest themselves leaving them susceptible to potentially fatal gastric complaints, would ignore any warning printed on their packets? They certainly ignore the suggestion that they retain the packet for hygienic disposal of their muck when they’ve finished chomping it.

There. I've done it now. And I promise not to do it again.

Kind regards

harmattan.
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Thought this poem was good but the first two lines didn't flow right for me.
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From a reformed smoker who spent years lying to others and himself about this potentially lethal habit, a message - QUIT!

The smoking ban in British pubs and restaraunts has put the smokers where they belong - in the streets.

Soap box now dismounted.

Phil
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However, like I said some of the wording was...strange.

"If he'd talked to a black that way, he would find himself done."

Is this saying that blacks are more defensive of their habit? They're tougher? I don't understand.

"I go down to the front door to say hello to folk."

I know you're trying to rhyme, but it should be folks...maybe you could say

"I go down to the front door, pass the machine of Coke."

haha...on second thought, don't say that.
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i smoke.

don't buy the "he died from second hand smoke from the clubs" thing.

1. can't prove it.

2. he knew the risk involved, and chose to do it anyway.

3. if true, smokers literally financed his life. without us he would be penniless, unsatisfied in life, and dead.

4. we are all going to die

5. well, actually there isn't a five right now, but i wanted a to end my list with a prime number...

that being said, let's all go out in the back yard and fire up the grill - no second hand smoke out there! no wait, it's too cold, let's just light the wood stove or maybe the fireplace.

i love fireworks shows, don't you?

gosh, this was a wonderful little tirade, i feel good all under!

and now, i'll shut up.

write on!
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When Lan settings or Server problems prevail here, I get this page with the word "fag" asterisked.

Stop it.

If you cannot read in context, then do not bother to read. And certainly do not edit or censor.

Soon I am going to use the word "arse". It is a beautiful word when properly pronounced. It means the backside, the buttocks, the anus, the trumper.

An "ass" is a donkey, or a stupid person.

Learn this you mutha-f+++ers.

Kind regards

Harmattan
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This was a pretty good Poem. I felt the hatred and the feeling of just wanting to be accepted for who you are.

Great job!
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Anti smoke, stop smoking, spot a smoker from fifty yards, etc.

Not one ad about how to get gum off a pavement......

HaRMATTAN
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very creative and angry

i enjoyed it
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You did well to

paint the picture and kept the flow good.

This was a good read. Well done.
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