I contrive
to quit smoking
(poverty the motive,
not health).
It sucks. It hurts.
I don't like it.
The odds do not
look good
for success.
This is not a poem,
it is a whine.
So unless you are
a connoisseur
of fine whines,
there is no reason
to read it at all.
- mce
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