Cold Turkey

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

When you quit smoking, you always go cold turkey and you become very mean.

Every time you try to quit, you turn into a monster when you go without nicotine.

The last time you quit, you threw the microwave and hit me in the head.

I was out for days, the doctor thought that I was dead.

You washed my clothes in gasoline and when I put them on, you lit a match.

You become a b***h when you quit cold turkey, use a damn nicotine patch!