Poem I wrote about a morning smoke

[Zen]

Smokin in a blanket
To keep out the bitter wind
Warmin myself from inside and out
Writin on this pad sittin and figurin

Fuck my smoke just went out

Flic Flic Flic, puff, ahhhhh there we go

Lettin the thoughts pour to the page
Wonder when I'll finally die of old age
If times so relative, then age must be too
I know I'm already feelin old, but I"m not even 22

Kinda feelin like this spliff
Short, smoked, and thick, with resin of hash and tobacco
This smoke is running low
Like the paper on this pad
Guess I"ve always known
Why people say smoking's so bad

Now this roach is squashed
Ready to be blown away by the winds
I'll live my life like the smoke in the sky
The essence of these things can never die

Peace~

[MOT]

Just had few bowls on the pipe, that poem was sweet!

[death69]

i just killed some purple kush and...wow.... that was..wow! two tumbs up

[13laze]

Nice one man, heres some weed money