How big is your smoke stack bitches?

I pucker my lips and blow out a massive fog

I look down, as Owen, my bestie, looks up at me, no judgements, just love and sad eyes, my tiny toy dog

He watches the smoke as it floats like marshmallows floating through the air

He doesn't know.. Or does he?..that I'm toxifying his lungs too.. Do I even care?

He's been sneaking away soiling my carpet... And he knows better!

His message to me to go to sleep, stop talking to myself, I've been up too long, he wants some peace, not to stay awake forever

He just sits and probably wonders why I continue to rationalize frying my brain

Letting those people come into my home, to bring me my little bag of diamonds, ripping me off, cause thats the game

My "friends"that sit around and pet Owen giving him crazy attention, while going through half of what they brought me, gave me a sweet deal

Telling me its "fire" "its the shit" "I made your bag fat"pretty huge shards, chunks of clear pleasure.. "hit that thing and dig the feel"

I take my rare glass bowl of water and melted down, beautiful rocks

Cover its tube with my lips, seal the tiny hole with my thumb, fire up underneath the filled bowl, watching the swirl fill the bowl, and begin to enter the tube, then I suck....

Suck, suck, suck, take your thumb off the hole, hit that beautiful bitch, feel your body glow

Blow it out cheif, your smoke stack fills the room...

You ride the zoom, and a boom boom boom....