To Dab or Not To Dab

I used to smoke pretty heavily every day but I recently quit and have been trying to occupy myself, and I sorta like trying to write poetry about weed and shit, so here's something I came up with a little while ago

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To dab or not do dab, that is the question.

Whether tis 'ddiction of the soul to suffer the sweats

and shakes of withdrawal;

Or to take up torches against a slab of dab,

and by heating, inhale it.

To cough, to smoke, and by smoke to say we end

the pains of sobriety, and the many sleepless nights

with which it brings. Tis the withdrawal, so avidly despised.

To smoke, to breathe, to feel hunger again.

For once the high sets in so comes the wont;

desiring flavor, even fullest find

themselves in search of snacc.

And so they come to see firsthand the wall of food,

that make large so so small a man.

And must they feel the lock; connection to the couch?

For therein lies the loss

of so full a day.

For who would struggle 'gainst

the heavy eyes and weary limbs,

and so deep a haze, that at once cometh

upon return to sobriety?

And so habit doth weakness make,

of return to which the lungs do take,

the rig, 'pon which we do alight

many dabs, to warm the night.

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1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/87yua7/incapable/dwjw35j/ 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/885y8u/im_sorry/dwjw6vy/