Nirvana Poem by Aram Stefanian

You're back from Bogota today with the limbo
To that gift your better half is forever in debt
After 10 beers you both are sopping wet
It's time to light up and then start to rambo

The guys on the dark boulevard are real lugheads
The hookers are selling much cheaper tonight
They still don't give up looking for their Mr.Right
Unable to cum, they're playing musical beds

You're weeding out, married to marijuana
Sold on it, like a low rent grasping slut
Behind your ear there's always a goofy butt
You wanna kick off to fall into Nirvana