I Can't Be Bothered

Why don't smokers think like this?

I can't be bothered smoking cigarettes
It really is a pain
Sometimes you've got to huddle out there
In the cold and freezing rain

I'm sick of what I have to do
Always carrying them around
And then feeling tense and anxious
When the rotten sticks can't be found

Oh they are such a nuisance
Stinking up my clothes and hair
And they cost a lot of money too
It just isn't fair

They really aren't worth a toss
There's nothing in it for me
Why don't I just throw them out?
And start to feel so free

Why don't smokers think like that?
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Alessandra Liverani, 2003