Matt Matherne


Let's Go Get Stoned - Poem by Matt Matherne

Let's go get stoned
Let's go get stoned

When my wife won't let you in
Got a few pennies, a bag of grin
Just call my baby Jamie on the telephone

Let's go get stoned
Let's go get stoned
Let's go get stoned

When we're alone all day long
And everything we do seems to go wrong
I'll dropp by your place on my way home
Let's go get stoned

It ain't no harm
We're takin just a few hit
But don't blow your cool
And fall down and bust your hip

It ain't no harm we're taking just a few hits
But make sure you don't fall down bust your lip

Let's go get stoned
Let's go get stoned


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 30, 2011


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