Feeling so stuck
High as fuck
Toking on this muck
This shit is above the ruck
I'm almost out of luck
My supply has ran amuck
Another plant I must shuck
Before I become amok
To once again get struck
By the bud I pluck
Wish I had it by the truck
So at no time life would suck
And blunts I can forever tuck
Published on
May 19, 2015 15:06
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Tags:
poetry, weed