High Poem #1
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The things I do in my... good time.
Weed come and take me
Then I shall see
Take a hit and hold that smoke
No, this ain't no joke
Clear the mind
Hoping not to go blind
Imagine crazy shit
As if it were a mitt
Hunger take control
Don't straddle it if it were a fire pole
Grab a hold
But avoid the mold
Eat tha meat
Like we don't give a shiit
Do a lil dance
To put your sorry ass in a trance
Sleep comes out of nowhere
That is where you swear
Holy fuck I'm high
Now it's time to say bye