As the stickiness tantalizes your senses
breaking up in your fingers, how dense
these buds are, beautiful, this smells
so good, ahhhh, I hear the church bells
as I stuff up a fat ass bowl wow the aroma
this shit is going to put me into an coma
Ahhh how the smoke fills my lungs to capacity
taking me away from all the world insanity
how it stops to cures all of my nausea, and pain
keeping the beautiful thoughts of the world contained
In the beautiful eloquent minds of stoners
thcbongman Reviewed by thcbongman on . Stoner poem contest...(must be about pot) I put this in a different post but figured it would be fun for all us stoners to write something stupid and make each other laugh with how retarded we can get while baked. It's poem contest time fuckers!! It can be just a few lines if you want or get crazy for all I give a shit. Just make sure that smoking weed or pot are in the poem / song whatever. Ok I'll start..... I scored a sack of weed that's right. The night... is gonna be a good one. Rating: 5