Firehouse

Padding footsteps on the ground
Concrete pushing up on my feet
I am searching, always searching
Eyes darting, fingers jittery
On my quest to find, to find
A decent butt on the ground
That one's too short, too destroyed
Ahh, this one's perfect
A couple inches remaining
Not too demolished
Retrieve and hide
They cannot acknowledge
Hiding secrets in my pockets
They shall never know
Take it home,
Light it up,
Inhale.