I was smoking with the giant as he lay beside my bed
he delights me with the stories from a world not in my head
was it just the sting of ****** or did something not feel strange
as the marijuana smoke began to dance inside my brain

he was friendly and well mannered not the type that you'd expect
not that you'd expect a giant in your home beside your bed
barely fitting in the space where he tried to lay his head
poor beast of mothers burden i must offer him a smoke
then he vanished with the air that he exhaled from his ****