Parable Of The Selfish Stoner Poem by Chuy Amante
Parable Of The Selfish Stoner
There once was a guy
who liked to fly high
his stash was believed not overflowing
so he hid some away from
others so gay
that would use too much and be owing.
Only to find in his humidorfine
the hidden herb did mold- he WHINEd! ! ! "
The moral of this story:
There is no "I" in "weed",
but there there is a "WE"
in "weed" so share
god's grass or the
devil's lettuce
always
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4/26/2024 7:28:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
That is how my friends and I roll. : -)