(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in getting through this anti-smoking HELL with the help of Jesus’ Three Nails”)
You quit smoking. It’s now Armageddon.
It’s times of war when flesh is crucified.
You’d give up your soul to ease this deaden.
It never occurred to you that you’ve died.
Twelve hours without a cigarette. I swear
I had no idea it would be this bad.
I want to throw a small child on a dare.
Forget the dare! I’m mad and all too glad!
“You’ll get through this. I’m God. I will help you.”
Help me, God, for the discomfort is HELL!
The victory of a longer life? Who
lives forever anyway? Jesus! Tell
the smoking demon, “Jesus will help me!”
In the meantime, spit “nails.” Jesus had Three.