SMOKING FAG write me a poem about drug abuse lace it with a tale, a moral or something tell me how to quit, oh muse! i started with an inhalation of a friend's puff, a dose of pressure from my pears, straws of depression and unknown fears, pockets of abuse and vengeance for bullies and I took a stick of cigar with trembling fingers, he pulled the lighter's trigger and shot the bullet of fire that earned me the name 'smoking fag' i'm starting to become a piece of my pipe, when I light the tip and I start to hit, I become the brownness and the white, of my favorite cigar. one wrap of weed perhaps heaven I'll see, so light it up over a beer mug, the fire hits it's white exterior pushing right through my nostrils into my longing lungs the smoke comes out with the haste of trapped renal gas as I lift my face to heaven and puff the most high my burnt offering i now dance to a cacophony of power generators and see valleys on mountain tops pray ...