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Fingers Sticky

Poetry By: Bobby Evans
Poetry



about a guys smoking experience


Submitted:Aug 14, 2011    Reads: 17    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   


My fingers are sticky all day long

The finest stuff Im saving this for the epic bong

Water goes in followed by ice

as I take the first pull, man thats nice

holding in until it coughs out

swirls in the air guessing which route

Cant see my eyes but I can see you

a hybrid the hairs were blue

The smoke spins in the ceiling fan

Happy thoughts always flying like Peter Pan

if Im not soaring in the air

im melted right in the chair

The decision needs to be made

Im so glad that last night I got paid





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