All untoward perturbation,
cloud my thoughts,
Annoying every moment,
and asking me to stop.

Let this be my last drag,
The final long puff,
Let me enjoy this last one,
And I promise this will be my last heard gruff.

I light the cigarette,
And inhale the fumes,
Oh! It feels heavenly,
I have to resume.

Then I look at the pack,
It is still half full,
Tempting me to continue,
And forcing me to slack.

I detest the vapor,
Yet I squirm for its taste,
How can I quit?
I am your slave.

I convince myself,
This to be the last fight,
After this pack,
I will give it for life.

Few days reluctantly somehow passes by,
My fear not to recede troubles me like a sly,