26/11/2024
For Whom The Bowl Tolls
The bowl is packed, the flame ignites,
A call to arms on mellow nights.
The tolling smoke, it curls, it rolls,
A summons deep within our souls.
One hit, a cough, the bell does chime,
Time warps into another time.
The snacks align, the show’s a blur,
A timeless haze, life feels secure.
Oh, fleeting bowl, your toll is sweet,
A smoky hymn, a rhythmic beat.
For whom the bowl tolls, none can say,
But pass it here—it tolls today.
