We had a stone rose
that you’d buy to smoke
using the tube it came in
We had steel wool
to shove in the tube
and thus the pipe was done
We put in a rock
and lit it with a lighter
whose safety had been removed
We puffed rather hard
inhaling deeply
and then we waited for it
The feeling in the chest
That came on rather quick
was pleasant and euphoric
The heart was racing
the libido was crazy
this is what its like to be high
After fifteen minutes
it all was over
and thus ends this poem…
About crack.