Stoner poem contest...(must be about pot)

Yea, free form poetry is very theraputic. I've writte pages and pages of stuff like that. You just say the first thing that comes to mind and then expound on it and intellectualize it and it turns into this beautiful creative process.
The Man on the radio wont leave me alone, he says
"Go to get your act straight sonny, go play the trombone
and take a little bit of what is your own
in turn it into a trip to the unknown
And I try to turn him down but the static gets
so loud
it hurts my eardrums
and through the snowy sounds something silent says to me
You're doing alright. Despite what they say
Soon everything will be ok and life as you know it will be happy ang gay
But how can it be that this soothing cantaion
was told by the man on the radio station?

Jong

this is a poem about Jong,
he smoked his bong
all night long
this is no song
a poem, thats not wrong



ah fuck it i'm not good at this

Chronic on my brain chronic on my mind
When I smoke chronic it fucks me everytime
Now you see I don't smoke no shwagg weed
If you see me with it then just bitch slap me
Don't blast me, just ask me
To stop, if not, then just walk past me
Im at the point I need some new shit to smoke
Weed that'll fuck me up If I take just one lousy toke
I go to my dealer, he's a crook he's a stealer
But when it comes down to it there's no one realer
I gotta watch my back when I go around him
But when we smoke Its the most fucked up I've ever been
But for now I get an 1/8 of his shit just to try it out
If I like it then I might buy half an ounce
Then I go off to work high as hell (Should I smoke on my lunch break)
Might as well

"Whatever"
Said the Penal CAntalope. His eyes were fixated on the harpoon
"Right-o" he coughed. A little girl nearby heard the comotion and went to check it out.
The Penal Canatlope was about three feet tall with a mean streak a mile wide.
The governer was there too, with his giant green bean machine
He filped some switches and said
"Fuck you bitches"
To the man who made a fatal mistake.

Like the birds in the morning thatbreak into song,I roll outta bed and reach for the bong. Fill my lungs with that sweet smoke,how good does it feel that first toke? Outta all the bongs I smoke each day ,that morning bong just blows me away.:stoned:

here i sit my weed has parted
the fucking DEA
don't get me started
uncle SAM has stole my green
trashed my house
ruined my dream.
they took my pipes
and papers too
they even checked in my goddamn shoe
there is a bright side to all this static
i still got 32 plants up in the attic

Quote:

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Originally Posted by the yeag

here i sit my weed has parted
the fucking DEA
don't get me started
uncle SAM has stole my green
trashed my house
ruined my dream.
they took my pipes
and papers too
they even checked in my goddamn shoe
there is a bright side to all this static
i still got 32 plants up in the attic

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LOL!
My vote goes to this one.
Top-drawer! ~

Swirls and Whirls in my brain tonight
Music so true and colors are a delight
This level to me, Baked doesnt sound right.
For it's 3 & I say, "Is it day or is it night?"
My buddy agrees 100%, no argument or fight.
Florida's kryp is more than 'just allright',
for really I am as high as a kite.

There will be a tree in a tree where money comes soon! and thy harvest shall be plentiful. where all medicine comes in handy. For the estrogen shall maketh better because the female is the true form of goodness. Because the true strength lies inside it. But it all comes in stages. Where the true fruit shall eventually flourish. And the true feeling of mother nature will be born.

An embers glow
burns itself out
before you know
and leaves a fond lingering scent
reminding of a time well spent
the green is gone
the bowl is cashed
lets put it down and go get smashed