Munchies Poem by Lamar Cole

Munchies



When he got the munchies.
He loved to eat something that was crunchy.
Something that tasted good after smoking weed.
Maybe a handful of sunflower seeds.
A red apple would taste so good.
Just as a juicy red apple should.

Friday, April 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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