My Dear Joint. Poem by anthony fiji

I grinde the herb very well.
Till its clean crystal clear.
Tho, my secret of rolling i wont tell.
I smoke a puff forget all the worry i just cheer.

I go to a world of imagination.
Like in my brain i switch on the light.
I close my eyes realese my body from frustration.
I don't feel awkward the good feeling i let it in i fly like a kite.

The world would be different in my eyes.
I can surely see which parts are not so real.
I sink deep in any thought i feel wise.
Than after an hour or so i could enjoy a perfect meal.

See, theres no harm or violent at all.
The effect are happy, sleepy hungry.
So why not after the meal another one roll.
Then your thoughts mixes all together just like a clean laundry.