Puff, Puff, Pass

Feel me inside you–

burning, twisting through,

and filling your lungs.


Desperate for air, they embrace me—

don’t worry, it isn’t always this harsh.

I can open your mind;


or I can make you have trouble solving simple algebra.

I am the reason you can’t remember what you did last Tuesday.

I’m a plant, and fire is my best friend.


I can speak any language,

and I’m older than Jesus.

And yet some people frown when they see me:


they give me disapproving stares,

mock my fragrance,

or even report me to the authorities.


I make the world a better place.

I make Cheech and Chong funny.

I make sex feel better.


You’ll never see two people fight when they are with me—

unlike my volatile cousin, alcohol, who encourages all kinds

of mischievous and often disgusting behavior.


Some people just don’t understand me.

I bring out the good in people,

or at least make them too lazy to bring out the bad.


2 Responses to “Puff, Puff, Pass”

  1. Easy to read and funny, it put a smile on my face just like the plant does…

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