420---Time to Roll

When I start to roll,
I feel a contentment in my soul.
It makes me wonder,
Why dont I see the storm behind the thunder?

I pick the stuff with chopsticks,
And burn it with different tricks.
The cigarette is roasted then,
And I empty it at the count of ten.

Now I crush the tobacco and stuff,
And get the temptation of the holy puff.
I make a roch with a filter tip,
Preparing my mind to be ready to flip.

I place the roch on the rolling paper,
Trying my max to avoid any taper.
The mixture is now filled in the cavity,
So that we break the laws of gravity.

I lick the paper at the gum side,
And get ready to roll the ride.
The left mixture is now filled,
By my perfection everyone is thrilled.

There's always a debate to light the roll,
So we end up in having a poll.
One of us now lights the spliff,
As we all climb the highest cliff.