Life was boring and such a drag
That was when I decided to take a fag
To many it may seem an idiotic task
But I like it and what more can I ask?
The first puff was a royal ordeal
After that it seemed primordial
As smoke slowly clouded my brain
Thoughts flew in without a refrain
Inhaling again I staggered
Dullness making me more laggard
There was smoke playing between my fingers
And above my head a cloud lingers
I felt as if I was the bloody best bard
And Smoking took me closer to God
The joy lasted for about 3 minutes or so
But it seemed I had started eons ago
I threw down the fag and crushed the stub
Now Im a member of the addicts club.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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lol...great poems man....sec wud be jealous..:-D
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