Flick Of The Lighter
With the flick of the lighter I take my medication
Clear the bowl release the tension.
Hold it in
Inhale it deeper Cough it out if you dare go steeper. Put the lighter to the bowl, work of art, Love the after taste mostly sour kind of tart. Look in the mirror laugh as my eyes are Chinese low Einstein lives inside crazy shit I know I wipe the drool from my chin ramble on about some insightful mess Talk for hours about big foot and the Loch Ness It's crazy how the herb can change you Permanent vacation Kush Airlines I flew Layovers at all my favorite stops Kitchen, bathroom, computer desk and, couch is where it stops Back at home I devour and consume HAHA Taco Bell meet your doom As I finish the last bit, I come back down to the surface Proud in my heart, it did it's holy purpose Edge of the couch and I grab my piece With a flick of the lighter again, all I know is Peace
By Bobby J Evans
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