puff, puff, pass
that's the rule right?
but only when you're
with a group
no, I smoke alone
inhale and hold
then let go
of smoke
of fear
of burdens
oh, I like
how it burns my lungs
another hit, and I'm okay
I've forgotten all that
happened today
another puff
but its so hard to tell
when's enough
I can't tell
I'm feeling high
highway magic
it's a rodeo
I'm a clown
giggle please
I'm trilingual
alcohol's my second language
smoking is my third
I'm from another planet
hear me roar
burn the forests down!
and plant something new
something borrowed, something blue
I will worship the sun
I will rise high as the sun
I am the son
of a bitch
ouch
that's harsh
come on, be chill
cool off
but don't be frosty
hey! let's go to Wendy's
I'm in the mood for a frosty
don't legalize it
it'll take away half the fun
of hiding it
and being on the run
from the cops
so they don't lock us up
in the joint
but hey, we'll own the joint
come smoke a joint
and let your mind run
run like Forrest
gump, bump
(that reminds me to take another hit)
we'll cut down this forest
for some paper to roll one
no
let's build a house
a treehouse
but wait, we cut down the trees?
how will we climb high enough again?
I'm high enough again
logic and horizon stretched
as far as a bloodshot eye can see
do you see me?
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
