Domination

I smoke to please my lungs,

My heart says don't;

My mind says you'll die,

But addiction says you won't.

Why do I smoke?

It makes me healthier? No!

Numerous saddening thoughts,

On my mind, that you'll never know.

Well, it does kill me a bit,

But rejuvenates my mind;

All these snakes around me,

They all seemed to be so kind.

Advertisements have got on our minds,

Is it Tommy Hilfiger or Calvin Klein;

That says men should have 8 packs,

And that too shaved clean? 

Cars and clothes and shoes,

Is all that we chase;

We get a salary is that would take a millennium,

Just to get a 1% raise!

Our minds are working, 

Our hearts numb and dead;

We become slaves of this Domination

And chooses to get stoned instead.