I am not an addict, I am not deceived I do not hold any kind of belief That a fag or a liquid or a pill or a potion Are worthy from me of unquestioning devotion
I do not become anxious and rather jumpy The ride for me is smooth, not jarring and bumpy I do not believe that I must inhale deeply the fumes Of a cigarette, I have never assumed
That they are of some benefit, that they give me strength And I certainly would not go to the extraordinary lengths Which addicts think quite normal, to get their urgent fix Reality and fantasy are two things I never mix
To believe that mere cigarettes should rule me with absolute power Is a belief so absurd, it leaves me with a taste most sour I see them as they truly are, disgusting, foul, smelly sticks My mind, thank goodness, has never in this way been tricked Alessandra Liverani, 2003