Some people will ask, "why smoke ****?"
In the world of drugs and a sea of speed
they'll say "the acid and ecstasy are all we need."
But there's something so pure
about burning a plant and inhaling life
I'm not looking for a party
and that's the thing about smoking
it will put you in a good place
where you could rest your tired head
from the travesty of reality
and a positive mentality
i'm myself here.
this is an awful poem, i know it is, i couldn't convey my words properly, but i decided to post it because i feel like there are some parts of it that accurately describe my explanation for why i choose to smoke ****