Sniff

“’Ere, sniff on this fucker!”

He breathed all over me

As I was about to leave.

“Nahhh! Go-on, ‘ave a toke”

He almost seemed to insist,

As I was about to leave.

So, anyway, I was about to leave

When this big bastard

Came up and said,

“’Ere, sniff on this fucker!”

He said. So what was I to do?

Try and think about it in less than a second.

There seemed time.

‘Must be my adrenalin’, I thought,

So I looked this big, big man

Up and down.

And he was big.

Believe me.

A lot bigger than me.

I had time to look at his right hand.

(I knew it was his right, because it was written on it)

Which he had thrust forward,

Helpfully,

For the last second and a bit.

In front of my face

I could see a spliff,

Or something lit,

So, obligingly, I took a drag.

“Nice one” I Sucked in with the smoke

Until my lungs were full.

Full.

Hold.

“Tthhaarrrrr..”

I breathe, as I eject the smoke.

“Jeezzeesus”

I think, as I inject the smoke.

Eyes kept purposely open, down for a while,

I think, “Should I mention

The fact he’s got beautiful eyes,

The colour of ripe apples?

No. Probably not.