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Light Up Your Cancer Sticks

nice virgin new pack light up your cancer sticks
use as intended cigarettes sold legally crave favours
each need puff puff accumulates over time kills

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Death Wink Watches Smokers Burn Time

yes we knew you were smoking extra
stress does that reaction to corpus reasons
eat me drink me impact implications

smoking eat smoke inhale lit consequences
smoking lurks among thinner thinner drugs
produces need to infuse body in toxic soups

calm smokes in 4000 plus list chemicals
baby chemicals in addiction cigarettes
in need tobacco smoke kill victim bodies

smoking harmful over 50 known carcinogens
carcinogens cause cancer in inhaling humans
so many poisons rest delight to smoker graves

nice virgin new pack light up your cancer sticks
use as intended cigarettes sold legally crave favours
each need puff puff accumulates over time kills

so few products packaged so appallingly sold legally
tobacco companies out fox pending ongoing lawsuits
avoid health long term effects smoking responsibilities

what words could I pose what list pain suffering illnesses
exhaustive would stimulate horror in smoker smog minds?
what chemicals in cigarettes will people fear flee recognize?

rational mind puff is not addictive mind plead pax denials
poisons self inhaled leisure cruise smoker bloodstreams
recognize relate rat bait harmful disease dire consequences

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pipe Song

Care is all stuff:--
Puff! Puff!
To puff is enough:--
Puff! Puff
More musky than snuff,
And warm is a puff:--
Puff! Puff
Here we sit mid our puffs,
Like old lords in their ruffs,
Snug as bears in their muffs:--
Puff! Puff
Then puff, puff, puff,
For care is all stuff,
Puffed off in a puff--
Puff! Puff!

poem by Herman Melville
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Mr.Puff

My dog Mr.Puff,
Mr. Puff has got the stuff,
He's white and fluffy,
And full of glee,
He's very cute and always happy,

Mr. Puff is a ladies man,
He's a ladies man with a plan,
He goes and sits on the street,
And all the ladies come at his feet,

Mr. Puff knows the game,
He has three females whos owner is the same,
He sleeps with the three every night,
And makes sure to keep them in his sight,

Mr. Puff is a dog many has dreamed of,
Mr. Puff is my dog and he knows he's loved.

poem by Shutter Queen
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Old Black Jacko

Old Black Jacko
Smokes tobacco
In his little pipe of clay.
Puff, puff, puff,
He never has enough
Though he smokes it all day.

But his lubra says, "Mine tink dat Jacky
Him shmoke plenty too much baccy."

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Shake Hands With Beef

Theres a time for lies and a time for truth.
I say, eye for an eye, eye for a tooth.
When I roamed young, Id scavenge around.
Every nook and cranny of our little town.
Its nice, so nice, to be.
Pull out the cannon boys, steal us some wine.
Puff tijuana smalls. shake hands with beef!
Shes so fine, shes so sweet.
Mom and pop they raised her on huge slabs of meat.
Shes fine, a man of nine, water derby day.
Twenty six pumps on a crossman, and its time to play
Its nice, so nice, to be
Pull out the cannon boys, steal us some wine
Puff tijuana smalls. shake hands with beef!

song performed by by Primus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smokin The Herb Again

Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again

song performed by by Incubus
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Their spirits and their visions are embodied in their craft. And so is mine. It's not Jane Saw Puff. But the clarity of Jane Saw Puff is precious to me.

quote by Sharon Olds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Here Comes The Supernatural Anaesthetist

Exhausted by all this conjecture, our hero gets the chance in a lifetime to meet his hero: death. death is wearing a light disguise, he made the outfit himself. he calls it the supernatura
Esthetist. death likes meeting people and wants to travel. death approaches rael with his special cannister, releases a puff, and appears to walk away content into the wall.
Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist.
If he wants you to snuff it,
All he has to do is puff it
- hes such a fine dancer.

song performed by by Genesis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gone Too Long

Its me who you got smokin reefer
all the irony-
and come and join me
doin a puff-puff pass
let your mind at ease
slow reggae music playing
you dance in your seat
feelin the mellow mood
you say its been too long
but too many times-
i missed you
hoping your gonna stay awhile
cuz you been gone too long

poem by Kayla Fountain
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Pernicious Weed!

The pipe, with solemn interposing puff,
Makes half a sentence at a time enough;
The dozing sages drop the drowsy strain,
Then pause and puff, and speak, and pause again.
Such often, like the tube they so admire,
Important triflers! have more smoke than fire.
Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

poem by William Cowper
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Cream Puff

Hey you?
Yes you...
Sweet stuff.
Bold and vivacious,
With some edges rough.
Your cream puff touches...
Moistens me much!
Let's begin together,
To fill your cup up.

Hey you?
I like what you do.
You've got my head mushed with fluff!
I know what you're doing...
When I see you switch and strutt!
I use to feel foolish,
Believing I could make the 'cut'!
But you slowed your flow by me...
And with your wink,
You sent me luck!
Now let's get that cream puff dripping...
Sharing and licking it up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.

quote by Puff Daddy
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The Fruits You Eat

Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.

Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.

The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.

Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.

The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.

Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
And get your ego boosted,
To puff up your chest to glow.

Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.

The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.

Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
Come and get your quota noted.
Doo bah dee dee doo bah dah dah.
To be sold to those you know.

Come get your quota noted,
To be sold to those you know.
The fruits you eat,
Are down real low.
The fruits you eat,
Don't fill the bowl.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cigarettes

Pack it up cigarettes on the counter.carrying the governer of california
And still they want the money , still they want the tax
Still they want the money still they want the tax
Why not take paper courancy and lighten up and lower the contents
And the p-p-puff
Then you could keep the money you could keep the tax.
You could keep the money you could keep the tax
Fields raisen, growin tobacco
Could be used to feed a third world country.
This is the age of democracy
Everybody's saying : vote for me...vote for me
Blind leader leading the blind
The cheaters and the cheaters who were always kind.
And still theywant the money , still they want the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
THe tax
the tax
the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
still theywant the money , still they want the tax
But the biggest serial killer is a heart attack
etc.

song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Loneliness Is Like Cancer

loneliness is like cancer
you do not know the cause
it is there inside you
and you cannot see its face
and you cannot pinpoint
the cause
you cannot find the root
and its branches
but you can see its fruit

the ugliness of death
the poison that kills every nice part of you

but at the end
when everything is over
the cancer that causes you pain
can be that liberating

death is freedom
from pain and loneliness
and cancer is death
for all these
sufferings.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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112 Intro.

112 intro - part 3
Puff:
Yeah, thats what Im talkin about
Sounds real dramatic, like somethins comin
Got that real intro type vibe to it
Yeah
Enough of this smooth....
Its bad boy, baby
We go by the name of q, mike, slim, daron
And this is part three
You know, like the third album
Like the third time we been here
Like part three
And oh yeah, they represent the atl
Come on
Slim:
Just a little 12 is all you need
Just a little 12 is all you need
Just a little 12 is all you need
Aw, baby
Just a little 12 is all you need
Puff:
Lets do it.

song performed by by 112
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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112 Intro.

112 intro - part 3
Puff:
Yeah, thats what Im talkin about
Sounds real dramatic, like somethins comin
Got that real intro type vibe to it
Yeah
Enough of this smooth....
Its bad boy, baby
We go by the name of q, mike, slim, daron
And this is part three
You know, like the third album
Like the third time we been here
Like part three
And oh yeah, they represent the atl
Come on
Slim:
Just a little 12 is all you need
Just a little 12 is all you need
Just a little 12 is all you need
Aw, baby
Just a little 12 is all you need
Puff:
Lets do it.

song performed by by 112
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Still Quick With Wishes

I do not desire to be an apparition,
Of a faded youth.
I do want to feel healthy...
And continue that as my pursuit.
Feeling a bit of a hypocrite...
As I smoke cigarettes.
Exercise and watch my diet.

I know it makes no sense...
To display a physical and mental confidence.
And be addicted to nicotine.
A habit seen and not hidden to be kept secret.

And in my youth,
The cherry blossoms weren't the only things,
To pop up fresh and out in Spring.
And reminscing it...
Has not done one thing to my addiction to cigarettes.
Or my interests in watching the bees,
Land to deflower and pollenate!
Without a hint of a follow up puff.
And I am still quick with wishes to do it!
Now with less vigor.
But with a lot of bluff!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back In The Day

yeah yeah
oh yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah
yeah, yeah yeah
back in the day now
(chorus)
back in the day when things were cool, hey
all we needed was bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
ooooh, bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
well well well
(repeat)
Soulflower take me flying with you, hey
gimme dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
gimme some of dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
well well well
back in the day when things were cool
we used to meet up with these dudes
then we'd roll out on hopes and truths
and would ride around the park till its after dark
pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
(chorus 2x)
Soulflower take me flying with you, hey
just gimme dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
gimme some of dat bop-bop, bop-bop, bop-ba-domp
well well well
wailin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
da laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
and we would ride around the park till its after dark
and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark, puff
well well well
laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
and we would ride around the park till its after dark
and when we get home hope the dogs dont bark, puff
well well well
laughin and singin and jammin and talkin
and pumpin the trunk with the windows rolled up, puff
well well well
and we would ride around the

song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Like Cigarettes

...Her complexity still lures suitors;
She goes through men like cigarettes
Savoring each puff
until her personality has burned them up
As if she was the Sun itself, and they,
like Icarus, got too close.
When she's done with them she smashes them
Along with their paper-mache self-images
Into an ashtray with a single destructive finger
Or flicks them onto the ground
...Or even shorts them,
and sets them aside somewhere
To finish later...
Always with the cool,
predatory, and mysterious
calm composure of
A real Lioness...

poem by Ray Quesada
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