09-02-2003, 09:28 AM
:fuggin: pot poems, for you slow folk
I'd jump thru hoops to have you
I'd cross the seas to find you
up & down the street I roam
calling out your name
everybody wants you
but all the wells are dry
I checked the box
I checked the bag
whispers in the dust
tell me you're not there
such a little slut you are
they all want a ride
scraped the bowl last week
& smoked to your goodbye
yayyyyyyyyyy, now you go
I'd jump thru hoops to have you
I'd cross the seas to find you
up & down the street I roam
calling out your name
everybody wants you
but all the wells are dry
I checked the box
I checked the bag
whispers in the dust
tell me you're not there
such a little slut you are
they all want a ride
scraped the bowl last week
& smoked to your goodbye
yayyyyyyyyyy, now you go
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Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!