The long hair some flowing some entangled up
Some tied, in a tail some still in a dump
Like beauty from behind yet covered in beard
To many a fraternity they were truly feared
Like Sufis and saints they would strut
Defiance displayed with too much gut
Not my world to care they would sing
When many a problems to them would bring
Burning away among their finger life was truly high
When awaked from the midst of sleep could hear a sigh
Then again for companionship lit a glowing red
Nay won’t they rise from that distressed bed?
And when challenged by life a time and again
All in a days puff they would mutter
This to all men aged 'twas dismay utter
So their fate painfully to their grave they shall go
But never do they care and question so?
Though sadly as always, that day is life’s race
When men shall depart from here within
And so they shall leave this fateful place
For in remembrance shall remark many "continually high”
Then from deep with in the tomb shall whisper
“Live to dope and dope to die"
