No Smoking

My temper is quite volatile
When personal space is transgressed
My acerbic tongue can almost kill
With my words of anger addressed.

The air that I breath is sacred
And with all due respect please maintain
That although you may smoke, remember
To keep my air free from the stain.

If you must, then please go a distance
For the cigarette smoke makes me sick
I don't need any cancerous substance
To inhale in my air, that is tragic.

We all have rights that is true
Non-smokers need their good air
To one who smokes, this is what he must do
Smoke in one place and NOT everywhere.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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