Smoke Me And I'Ll Snipe You Dead 3 Poem by Noorie Ali

Smoke me and ill smoke you dead
Smoke me; smoke me for I am the cure
For your soar lungs that be black and white

Suck me into your cherry dotty senses
For I am your addictive essence
So vindictive you won’t even feel a thorn that stab you

Smiling sweetly, I’m a winner
For whatever you desire to be I want to be my dear

I’m nice when you have me
And evil when you cant have me
You want get some, you want some of me
I know. I know of the craving echoes that tease your habit

You be shy to blow on to me
But careful when I don’t light up a grin on those
Grey humble lips.

I’m ugly to others but shall always be
Beautiful to you
Who loves my smell?
And the invitations to my other friend named
Weed.
You’re my slave I’m your owner
I’ve fooled you but won’t fool you twice
I’m contagious so ripe and delicious
You’re abused by me
You made your bed
Now the tears that you shed are not on me
I shall only be burning up seeds.