Smoke

Two thirty A.M. I take a toke
All alone and filled with smoke

It looks smoky in every room...
I might just be imagining all these fumes

Hungry for popsicles labled lime
With a mind that lost perception of the time

I'm lost in a house turned into a maze
Though everything looks like a happy haze

My friends look so happy just sitting
Laughing because all their jokes are so fitting

In a few minutes I will take another hit
Then I will find cheese burger wanting me to discover it

We cannot tell if the night is yet gone
But this magic herb keeps us moving along