Oh come on, my guy. This is the perfect set-up. Do I need to make a sprog account just to follow you around and show you up?

“Stop smoking those!” the people said, as Timmy dragged away.

“You know those things’ll kill you!” for the fourteenth time that day.

But Timmy’s breaks were longer, since he took the habit on,

and now he was addicted, smoking cigs from dusk to dawn.

So, when a woman stopped and said "I know a better form,

you needn’t even quit the stuff, nor need you fear the harm!"

poor Timmy went right down the street and filled his pockets full

of cartridges and flavored oils and other random bull.

He puffed away then on his vape, and brushed his fears aside,

But glycol soon accumulates, and Timmy fucking died.