So today is 4/20, national weed day. Although I don't partake, I'd like to post some good old fashioned stoner poetry. You all know how much drugs interest me, but I don't think I'll do them.
Poem 1: It's really bad though, don't be surprised when the flow gets cut and the second line I have to say fast for it to rhyme
Today's a special day. A day of magic and wonder.
The day where the stoner's come out for some fun for
Today is 4/20, the most mystical day of the year
Where everybody's high and they have nothing to fear
The celebrations going no complaints to be heard
Not even the dogs of government should complain a word
Poem 2:
Twas' the day of 4/20 with stoners about
With smoke in the air and everyone shouts
The scrawny white boy crying for not getting a puff
But he snorted 4 lines of grandaddy's snuff
The rastafarian says to shut the fuck up
It's the day of 4/20 but any drug's enough
Poem 3: I didn't write this but one of my new favorite FB pages wrote it.
"Twas the night before 4/ 20, when all through society
Not a pothead was stirring, no reason for anxiety;
The kush was all ground, and rolled with such care,
For others may come, and We must be prepared;
The stoners asleep all comfy on the couch,
No cause for alarm, they probably passed out;
And Mary with her kief box, and I with some papers,
Giggling like school children, ready to inhale THC vapors."
I have no more stoner poetry to post. I could post pictures of drugs or smoking materials but no. So instead I'd like to recommend this movie on Netflix called "Degenerate Art." There was a colon and something but I don't remember that part. It's about pipe making, and some of the art is really impressive.
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