Found a Manulea complana bug on the table, made a poem about it. : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manulea_complana
A joint on the table, Lies waiting to be lit, Its fragrance fills the air, As I take a little whiff.
A tiny spark ignites it, And the smoke begins to swirl, As I inhale its essence, My mind begins to unfurl.
The world around me fades, And my thoughts begin to flow, As I contemplate life's mysteries, And the highs and the lows.
The joint on the table, Has unlocked a new perspective, And as I bask in its glory, My soul feels truly reflective.
