There are some good smokes
Once in a while
In the chain of smoking
Through a cloudy smile
Everything I've hated
I became
But the things I hate
Don't stay the same
Is it rich in spirit
To want some more -
To try someone
And not acquit?
If the choice is to masturbate
To a higher power
Better yet to meditate
On an enlightened flower
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