Midnight Toker

Sittin round the table of the token men

All giving faces with a big grin

Once you have reached the desired

Longed for altitude

You drift away following the cloud you just released

Going further and further out

Till you come down again

Tie died walls and swirled pillowcases

Make up the world of the midnight toker

He joins the occasional smoker

But goes higher up

Coughing and sputtering as they do it again

I watch as the drug does maim

As the water goes down the drain

While others choose to choke and smoke

I feel like the good old bloke

Just sitting there getting high off their release

puts me back at peace

Way up high

10-99

©1999 Justin Hardesty