thecorple

im so high right now and i like to write poems when im blazed so here i go

smoke is a peice of matter
it may not be able
to dissolve or shatter
but its there you breath it
the power of euphoria
makes you want to take
another bong hit
it feels good
the way it should
it brings you into
a mellow mood
the smell of mary jane
is so sweet
it messes with your brain
you can but it
off the streets

listen to my techno
when im feelin fine
writin this poetic flow
thinkin some more rhyme
i get high then i chill out
thats what i do
with out a doubt
wrap this poem up
im outta here
i never said whats up

post yours if you want i guess

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"roll a blunt, load the bowl, pass it down the line, take a toke, inhale the smoke, now your feelin fine"