This poem is called: WHAT IS LIFE?

O what is weed
if full of care?
we have no time
to stand and share
no time to watch
as rastaman grasp
sittin back puffing on grass

no time to watch as the world goes by
sitting back bong ripping gettin high,
weed is to man as wings is to bird
something that helps us fly

away

away

away

(fade out to the theme tune of HAPPY DAYS)

How bloody odd you are. <3333 Nice.

Fantastic work Robert :thumbsup: :D

I like the beginning, good opening...you should either pluralized "rastaman" or add an "s" to "grasp", sorry...

Robert doesn't worry, he just writes his poems
As he thinks with his brain, his nostrils flair, his mouth foams
No telling anyone, as he sits at his home, alone
He just thinks it's funny and wants to be called "Samone"

I like it.

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Originally Posted by almigster

I like it.

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So do I :thumbsup:

good work

thanks guys :p