I went out today off to buy my death well, it was not available so I thought f something better packed in 20’s in the above 18’s section of the mall worth more than my fare worth less than the share of it to my all time request when the clock struck one I locked myself in my solitary peace (whatever that might is) tapped twice, lighted once the superb feeling of it between my lips a fraction of second was all I needed to burn the rim, inhale and let it burn my lungs the feeling was mutual- I burn you, you burn me the sensation was brief but for all they say and I agree, this was suicide *slow but worth every time
This is the second poem I wrote about smoking, probably there is more to come. For those who have come to know me, you know what I am talking about, and you should ask me to explain things. For those who have not come to know me, then enjoy!