This is the first,
a poem while high.
The reason I'm writing?
Don't ask me why.
I'm not seeing ducks.
I'm up on their level!!!
This poem sucks...
I wish I was tripping.
Who says poems
have to rhyme?
Why do dime bags
cost a dime??
Why don't Reeboks
have a swoosh?
Why does Gavin
sing for Bush?
This is the first,
a poem while high.
Why can't weed
make me fry?
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