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 bitch when you quit cold turkey, use a damn nicotine patch!
This is a fictional poem.