lace it with a tale, a moral or something
tell me how to quit, oh muse!
i started with an inhalation of a friend’s puff,
a dose of pressure from my pears,
straws of depression and unknown fears,
pockets of abuse and vengeance for bullies
and I took a stick of cigar
with trembling fingers,
he pulled the lighter’s trigger
and shot the bullet of fire
that earned me the name ‘smoking fag’
i’m starting to become a piece of my pipe,
when I light the tip and I start to hit,
I become the brownness and the white,
of my favorite cigar.
one wrap of weed
perhaps heaven I’ll see,
so light it up over a beer mug,
the fire hits it’s white exterior
pushing right through my nostrils into my longing lungs
the smoke comes out
with the haste of trapped renal gas
as I lift my face to heaven
and puff the most high my burnt offering
i now dance to a cacophony of power generators
and see valleys on mountain tops
pray tell, how do I get out
and how did I get here?
never did I think I would be the person I am today
left with all this hurt and pain.
i want to quit!