Gimme some tobacco.
I wanna smoke.
They say it ain’t good for me
but my neurons love it to death.
They say it’s bad for my health.
That it depletes my wealth.
I smoke tobacco;
the same tobacco that comes from beautiful leaves.
Dry me some leaves
and let me taste the makroohness of Mother Nature.
I’ll smoke till I quit.
Bless the organs that let me do this.
God bless my lungs.