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 ****