Your Pleasure, My Poison.....

I don't have cigarettes,
As I choke on the smoke.
But what do I do?
My friend is a bloke.

He smokes away...
And I get all the smoke.
he says he feels great,
But why do I have to choke?

Why is it that you enjoy
Something that kills me?
I'm not telling you to stop,
But my trauma can't you see?

Why is it that someone's contentment
Should affect the other's peace?
I have just one request,
Don't smoke around me please.............