SextacyStoners

Here's a poem I wrote awhile ago . . . . . called Nuggz.

I reach into the bag,
And breathe in the scent;
This sure as hell isn't schwagg.
In the but I've put a dent.
I put the green in the bowl,
Pack it down real tight.
I lick the crystal off my fingers,
And spark up a light.
I suck it hard and steady.
Hold it till my sight goes black.
I'm on my way to getting high,
And never coming back.

So uh . . . yeah . . . input.