Pot Poem by Lynette young

Pot



I’m starting to turn into a thug
Because of one thing called a drug
It is called pot
And i really like it alot
I get the munchie’s real bad
but sometimes i get sad
I know i shouldn’t do it
It makes me want to give someone a hit
A big n strong punch to the jaw
Just hope that makes them fall to the floor
If it dosen’t you better know how to run
Otherwise it’s just not fun
That’s why im f****d in the head
And now im going to go to bed! ! ! ! ! ! !

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Red Blooded Black Hearted 16 September 2007

This poem is catchy. Great work.

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Chris Mendros 15 July 2007

This is an amusing bit. Wordplay works, and the description fits (or so i've heard, wink-wink, nudge-nudge) . And doesn't it give you fine ideas?

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