Smoke And Write Poem by Melissa Vitiello

I wish to die dreaming, floating within the clouds.
I want to lie in the grass, smoke and write.

Judge me any which way but this is who I am and
It makes me very happy to smoke and write.

Sour Apple, French Vanilla, and Hazelnut – pick a flavor.
Roll up - smoke the dro and my thoughts flow – I love to smoke and write.

Putting words to paper is just as enticing as an L to my face.
Ganja hits, forget the ordinary – here comes the outlandish – I stay smoking and writing.

Scorn math, suck at sports, not good at much - but I am a wicked pen pusher.
Pull in the thick white smoke and let it seep – feel it rush to the head.

Give me a few than feed me paper and a pen.
Watch what I can produce – It's like no other – Damn. How I love to smoke and write.

Not dull or senseless from the constant smoke. I stay in school,
Stay writing and doing what I do best – and that's smoke and writes.