Rictus Sardonicus

The cigarette or the cancer stick is your way to certain death,

The smoke from your cigarettes, will one day be your death knell, 

Your first step towards the night mare of living death,

Your last breath, arguments abound,

No proof of death, the smokers say,

It's a red herring to fool smokers, cigarettes were to kill,

Then you are living in a world where everything will kill you,

Crossing the road can kill you,

Pesticides in your food can kill you,

Anything can, pollution, the monoxide,

But none gets the blame except cigarettes, nothing but bias.

Other side says cigarettes are toxic,

Proof of death exists a deadly poison, nicotine effect, insidious

Creeping death spreading its poison, into every crevice of your body,

Need no proof, Smokers die a certain death.

Pedestrians die due to accidents. 

Pesticide Kill due to food poisoning.

Cigarettes smoke kills other nonsmokers,

Stop smoking, stop excuses, stop at once,

Otherwise, you will be wasted,

After years of addiction, years of nicotine abuse, 

Your body will be a shell, you will walk in hell,

Your face will resemble rictus sardonincus.