Marijuana...

'What's the point?'
My friend asked, rolling the joint...
Soon we would be with smoke dressed
Soon we would leave all curses of fate...
And fly...

Soon we would be the king
Soon with teary happiness we would sing
The lake before us would be the ocean blue
We would take into dreams a plunge so improperly true!
And we would dive...

'What's the joint?'
My friend would raise a pertinent point
And we would be rock-stars
Calling this life a big rounded farce!
And we would castigate...

Soon from that downy state
We would rise...
Like Phoenix rose...
From ashes to a divine pose...
And we would rise...