A Poem for the Stoners of the World

A chillum full of weed,
A chillum full of weed.
It's me and my friend and,
A chillum full of weed.

Its gettin' smoked up,
Its gettin' smoked up,
All in our brains and lungs,
it's getting all smoked up.

Holy shit, I'm high.
Holy shit, I'm high.
Everything's red and I think I'm dead.
Holy shit, I'm high.

Where is the food?
Where is the food?
I am really baked and I need some cake,
I got some food.

Fuck, I am full.
Fuck, I am full.
I've fallen 'sleep with the next bong loaded,
Fuck, I'm full.

 

hahahaha priceless.

 

I was so stoned when I wrote that. I just realized that it has like no rythm, and the meter is totally off.. but fuck it. It was the epitome of greatness when I created it.

 

i think its beautiful

 

You must be stoned!!!