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BANG BALLS
FREEDOM OF SPEECH NOTHING SHOULD BE IMPOSED
IDEAS NOT LEECHED ONLY CREATIVELY COMPOSED |
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Lighting Up. It all starts with a plant From some far-off tobacco farm Where only the finest are grown and cultivated (Where yoga gurus are also levitated) Dried, packed and treated Tar, chemicals and poisons are then added Rolled into quaint white rolls Straight, no creases, no folds Packed into boxes of twenty Sealed with silvery foils ever so pretty Garnished with images of gore We HAPPY-ers all know they're all mythical lores We pay a premium price When we should be paying that much only for rice We pack it on the back of our hands Or palms or the tables' straightened bends Unwrap the plastic Open the foil Fish out that one stick And you're ready to yourself spoil The flick of the Zippo Suck it in like a Hippo Blow out the first puff Suck in the next Soon you'll huff And you'll puff Dreaming of the river Styx Suck it in, suck it up Close your eyes and let yourself drop Into a world of outerspace Filled with pink and frilly lace Savour that moment Ever so pleasant You start a pattern of lifting it to the lips Sucking it, letting the smoke slip Shadowing you from the realities of the world Withdrawing you into the center of a pearl Where all's shimmery and gold You'll always be warm and never cold But you do know, that they too do end As it draws nearer to the face You feel the warmth from the ember And the stark reality of life slowly enters The transient respite now over Till you light up the next, another. |
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