Blame it on the yanks then!
for throwing away big dog-ends!
i was hooked on the draw,
it was all i needed to thaw!
listening to sam cooke,
and the soul of aretha franklin!
wishing in a whirlpool of smoke,
this fool!in a smokers heaven.
Now the pipes of peace and hash.
the beatles!dylan and a bit o jazz.
Blow out your answers to wishes!
puffs!sent secret and personel.
Grow more of the dishes of riches,
and toss my ashes to hell!