Smoke Joint

In Downtown there is a place called Smoke Joint
its the point
of my happiness

It smells like different kinds of meat
were the tables are set up neat.
I wait patiently for the waiter to give me a seat.

When I sit
I hear people speak
while other people just sit there and look on fleek
when I look around I feel excited
because today just feels like friday.

What else is there to say
but hey
OKAY…
Im just kidding
but its always GREAT to meet new races of people
because it just makes you feel equal

Now i ain’t got time to look for more rhymes
so imma just end here
and say GOODBYE

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