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! ! ! ! ! ! !
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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is catchy. Great work.