Analysis of Toking Softly

Grinding the buds as they bloom and flower,

Peace will be burning within the hour.

Spark of the flint is the hottest flame,

Man will regress from beast to tame.

Draw of the pull is as light as air,

Hit of the draw is a grizzly bear.

Bubbles are growling like a tiger,

The room is in a cloudy fog.

Thoughts are racing without a track,

Arms are as heavy as leaden rocks.

Flying as steep as the birds and the bees,

Feeling as green as the tallest trees.

Sounds as full as a wealthy pocket,

Stomach as empty as a socket.

My friend is a genius sloth,

He can flutter like a moth.

I see the sun,

And the sun is bright.