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