420 Poem by Phil Kellogg
420
Today is the day
To party and smoke
To think of a new way
To have a midnight toke
Today is 4 twenty
Gonna use every dollar i got
Plus the $50 my Gramma lent me
All of it for wonderful pot
We're gonna puff it and hold
'Til the day that we die
Until the flames grow cold
Or we bleed out our eyes
So puff, puff, pass
Never to the right
Riding it first class
Going to a new height
Smoke from a can or a bowl
A hooka or an apple
From a blunt you can roll
And try a sample
Of it all
i like how your lines are fit together. i think feel was amazing. keep writing you are a good writer.
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4/23/2024 6:35:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful stuff, man.420 is like a second birthday to me. That's when I first got high. Wonderful memories, even though they seem quite distorted to me. Mary Jane has been quite an inspiration to my poetry. My poems 'Flight', and 'Hemp' adequately deal with the subject, I reccomend you read them. Your rhymes are bang on the bell. I'm definitely smoking my next joint to this poem.