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I Grew Up With the Marlboro Man

A poem dedicated to my mom, Shirley Jean
-by Lala Corriere-

I grew up with the Marlboro man, - Man, he was my kind of man.
Now I look upon my mother, and I grieve for this great scam.
Marlboro man made my heart quiver,
Marlboro truth makes my soul shiver.
Today my mom is weak and listless,
When Marlboro man had left me breathless,
& So too my mom.

Mom's been on a ventilator; it's been 10 days in ICU,
A tragedy at 65, but hey, she's had a puff or two.
Can it still be that the glamour of it all,
And the politics & smoke can cover up her fall?
Let's hope her speech is all there,
For Big Tobacco doesn't care.
But I do, mom.

Suddenly there are doctors: lung, heart, & therapy galore,
I like it better than finding mom lying on that floor,
I've done just that-no oxygen to her brain,
Her lungs not working, thanks to tobacco strain.
She & we have got a fighting chance,
If only we ignore the lobbyist's stance,
I'm with you, mom.

Big Tobacco wants our children, with Gorgeous Ladies & Joe Cools.
They have their money & their power, & their bevy of political fools.
If it's a tobacco farmer that needs a living,
Come by my mom's bed and start care-giving.
Don't worry that she's lonely for her home, friends, pets, & her life,
Just offer her another smoke, or better yet, why not your knife.
I love you, mom.


This poem was written on the occasion of my mother suffering a stroke in my car as I tried to get her to the emergency room. She was a very heavy smoker for numerous years and was diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) & Congestive Heart Failure.

This was published previously in Denver, Colorado.

I, the author, hereby grant my permission for the poem to be reproduced and distributed with the following restrictions: The poem is not to be altered in any way. Author's name credited in all reproduction of the poem 'I Grew Up With the Marlboro Man'. Notice of any reproduction delivered to author via e-mail or surface mail, and if possible attachment of such reproduction. Lacorriere@aol.com / 360 Oakwood Lane. Castle Rock. Colorado. 80104
Thank you.


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Last Updated: 2/18/02