Poem 3

One more week of school.

One more week of seeing you daily.

One more week of this strange flirting.

One more week before my heart goes back to hurting.

We were never taught about this drug.

The one that can keep you high on life without the poison.

The one that can burn your lungs without the chemicals.

The one that can warm your heartaches into miracles.

This is the only drug that's legal everywhere.

This is the only drug that can be bought without money.

This is the only drug you can take all day err day without slowly dying.

Don't be afraid, everyone smokes love.