Marijuana

by Bethan   Nov 1, 2006


Roll it ,poke,it,
Light it, smoke it,
Skunk, hash, Mary Jane,
All this weed's
never the same,
Share the spliff,
pass it along,
Smoke it, Draw it
through a bong,
Crumble, Crush it,
No,don't rush it,
Roll a Smoke,
And take a toke,
Get so high,
That you could fly,
But some advice,
Don't ever try,
Munch your food,
Then light the end,
Cos now weed,
is your best friend.

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  • 15 years ago

    by selosita

    I love diz poems you did a great job keep it up n hell yea its all about 420

  • 17 years ago

    by Bradley Peter

    Well I guess it was only a matter of time before you writ a poem about it. It lost me a few times, but I liked it. My favorite part was the first two lines, short, sweat and with a nice little flow. Although it's not you best piece, a good piece it is.

    Brad xx

    P.S. I notice you've writteb several poems recently. Good for you.

    P.P.S. This might sadden you to learn, but 'The Black Road' holds a lot of truth, especially in stanzas five and six, which are both completly true.

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