Licorice Paper

I used to roll my own you know
A practice I felt happy in
I bought the flavored shorter kind
A brand I favored thick and thin
I mixed the Drum and weed most sweet
A cigarette with benefits
I smoked at leisure, wrote my tunes
A high without the pits

But Icarus and licorice both fly rather high
Daedelus had warned us from approaching sun too nigh
For years I ignored this counsel
For years I had my fun
But as Ben Franklin once opined
"If your head is wax, don't walk in the sun."

So now I take no smoke inside
No matter how I crave
I shun the sugar too you see
For it makes me rant and rave
But I miss that burning soar
I miss that turning flight
I give a bellowed roar
I kiss that flaming night