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No one cares when you smoke
They can't stand your ease with foreigners
And you can't stand their easy words with eachother
Tobacco is universal freindship material
Gift offerings of peace
Saints are so self satisfied
With herbs and pills
They have little use for obvious addictions
I'd rather addict to something the world
joins in on
Where Gods pass around in laughing merriment
Where is the joy in dialated eyes
And fuzzed memories?
So I will smoke with foreign Gods
Does the wadded up paper ball or the bowling ball fall faster?