Missing My Dear Joint! Poem by anthony fiji

I can't deny it i want to roll.
It's so good when you first inhale.
It might make you lungs like coal.
But by taking the the worry cheering you up it never fails.

I feel in my gut a joy.
Like i am surfing in my brain.
I wrap my thoughts keep it fresh in foil.
Ideas rushes non stop like hard rain.

I miss it when i am out.
I roam the city searching for some.
But i know i will get it there's no doubt.
Before i have it i hear my heart beats like drum. :)