A Poem, from me turtle, to you guys... It's called
Bong Waters

I once upon a time had a bong…



Which I toked and toked until I was stoned…





With great THC content in my brain,

I leaned back on my girlfriend while I blew chronic mist…

Being high eased the pain,

Just as Marley said, I have to take a lift…



As I threw my self on the couch,

My foot lightly touched something on the other side…

A split second later it was all too clear,

I kicked my bong straight with such much might…

It chattered without a fight.





Although I didn’t want to admit it

It was all too obvious…

Sounds like that…

are made by such a destruction

Without a doubt,

Your mind seals the reality of the commotion.



There’s no doubt.

There’s no bong.

I kicked my bong.

And now I’m bummed.