yo, whats up?
i just bust a nut.
just kidding.
do you want some pudding?
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yo, whats up?
i just bust a nut.
just kidding.
do you want some pudding?
why in the fuck am I really trying to write two sentences that rhyme?
seems like all I'm really doing is wasting my time...
I could be out having fun, getting laid and staying stoned...
instead I'm here writing rhyming sentences at home alone...
true, but im out of bud
so now im sitting here pulling my pud
We rolling in the park
But its about to get dark
And i'm fucked up
And my dicks about to get up!
And im here again
Listening the Requiem
Waiting a high that dont kick in
Why the weed is so mean?
Maybe the recipe is not right
And i wasted, again, one night
But there is some hope
For those who love the dope
The weed is amazing
You can get high smoking
Or green dragon drinking
Or firecrackers eating
But my fave is the sweet
Im sure you will love it
Chocolate with hash
Will turn reality into ash
Cut the mind like a swords slash
And daze like a lightning flash
Tomorrow will be the day
I will eat it and then will say:
Duuude... im high...
Soon i will reach the sky...
But now the rhymes must end
Cause is time to smoke, my friend
Peace for all, and keep stoned,
Cause life is good when we're blazed! :stoned:
it is really is fun to make yourself rhyme
twists your mind and takes more time
head all fuzzy from the weed you smoked
write some more and take another toke
of the finest of herb
werb
serb
dickitidicatty do
I wouldnt live in a shoe
to small
for me
Maybe you should just try harder...Quote:
Originally Posted by TryptamineScape
Balance yourself, plot your time out smarter.
Somehow I manage to find the time,
To fuck, work, smoke, eat, sleep AND rhyme!
Its not about the time you lose,
But efficiency, and how you choose,
Your strategy, your every move..
Its all a game, so play or lose.
Some would say Haiku
Poems should not rhyme; Untrue!
They should all eat poo.
If its rhyme time, then Im the Slander Commander.
Commanding attention like the Geico Salamander.
I come at you full force, reppin' bullits 'n banter,
Then burn your ears with word-friction like a drywall sander...
lol too easy,
get weezy,
Im feelin greazy
up out dis peazy
You are a poet, my friend
To do rhymes with no end
I know im just a begginer
And much more a stoner
An insane and incurable pothead
Who smoked too much and went mad
But at least i write things with meanings,
And not like the crazy one who said
"Its ok to eat fish, cause they dont have any feelings"
Yes... today im not inspired. :stoned: