Big Bag Poem by Robert Brendan

Big Bag



of weed
if officer law walks through
this door
It will be hard to explain
it away as personals
with the scale
and twenty dollar bill right
in front of me and all.
not to mention the
record player sitting
under a bag with a
number of smaller
bags in it.
Still, it sure is nice to look
and feel and stuff your face
into that big bag of weed on
the table
there.

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