[pulls out papers, baggie, and lighter(Or mimes)]
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses!
This heavy sense of perception.
[sets up the cigarette]
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses!                                                        ­   This consented self limitation.
To the tendency of self flagulation brought on by the summation of a day.
[rolls and licks shut]  
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses.
A state of mental relaxation,
Of Reduced acuity of thought.
The "unwinding"  that precedes that short death of consciousness, otherwise called sleep.
[lights and takes a puff (holds, and releases)]
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses!
A sense of wading through the weeds.
[exit stage]