I’m No Poet

So here I sit: 100 days quit,
100 days without any spit,
100 days without any shit,
100 days with a clean bottom lip.

100 days for the first time in years,
And 394 days without any beers,
100 days into my quit,
KTC helped me give up the dip.

Just a group of ex-dippers,
Facing our addiction,
Dealing with it daily,
KTC is the prescription.

It troubles the mind,
To look back and see,
The tobacco chewing asshole,
I used to be.

I dipped it at breakfast,
I dipped it at supper,
When my bottom lip got raw,
I moved it to the upper.

When I couldn’t get it,
I’d act like a child,
I’d make those around me miserable,
And feel guilty all the while.

I’d suffer the heartburn,
The spit spills and the stench,
Just so this addict,
Could have another pinch.

I did it so long,
It became part of my life,
Sometimes I’d choose it,
Over my wife.

If you are an addict considering a quit,
KTC is the place to get rid of the shit,
The nic-bitch does not hang around these parts,
And when it comes to quitting today is the best day to start.

I was a disgusting excuse for a man,
But for the last 100 days KTC helped me kill the can.

NOTE: This piece written by KillTheCan.org forum member donewithapinch