Red eyes, intently staring as I burn on my weed, <br />Red as blood, as I throw away every unwanted twig or seed. <br /> Humor’s smoke, cancerous yet humor’s smoke, <br /> Even more hilarious on every drag I choke. <br />Bonded to this half willed labor, <br />Smiling at everything that is and is not witty, every moment to savor. <br /> To die every moment yet live, <br /> To make peace with everyone and forgive. <br />Yet see that you know how to break free, <br />For all time it will call you 'come to me'. <br /> A sweet male child to feel so bitter, <br /> More intoxicating as we make it wetter. <br />Do try to conquer your every weakness, <br />But what you inhale is poisoned sweetness.<br /><br />Abdul Wahab Sharief<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weed/
