• Going Green

    Smell, is what sells me on it,
    This alone sends me into a fit,
    Smile at him, as he packs it tight,
    And slowly he gives it to me for a light.

    After the first hit, I feel nothing.
    Not one thing.
    But soon I’ll be loving, and bluffing,
    For a little more of this little fling,

    Nothing is worth more,
    Nothing less,
    This is going to be a war,
    That crept
    Upon me and my life
    I don’t wanna fight.

    This habit of mine,
    I’ll just let it be,
    And I’ll be just fine,
    This will set me free.

    No more,
    I can’t do this anymore,
    Why has this taken my soul
    Am I just a bore?
    What am I to do?
    Will I be a shrew?
    Who sits with her husband,
    And smokes her life and
    Doesn’t care
    Cause nothing’s fair,
    When all you see,
    Is the color green.