Cancer Stick

Let us replace,
This little joy.
The bitter taste,
That we enjoy.

Quarter brown,
Three quarters white.
Long and round,
The cyanide inside.

Risking the heart,
From mouth to bladder.
Lungs start to fade dark,
With self-invited cancer.

Let's not welcome suicide,
From nothing but a stick.
Live a long life,
By kicking the habit.