Getting My Fix

I can't help it, I've got the shakes I'm back to see the man He rolls it tight just the way I like Adds a little extra if I ask He must have gotten a special order Isn't that a deeper shade of green Perhaps from the South of Asia Where they grow the finest weed across the sea There's a tingle of excitement At all the variety As my man rolls up a little something special He knows what pleases me He's got to know just what it does Measuring the product as I watch Not speaking a word, the place is silent The anticipation, almost to much My mind and mouth are salivating The whole table is lighting up We're all so very happy To be having "sushi" again for lunch