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Mary Jay

Poetry By: Staplink
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A poem about smoking pot


Submitted:Nov 10, 2011    Reads: 13    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Yeah we smoke that Mary Jay

Yeah we're potheads that's ok

Yeah we smoke that Mary Jay

Yeah we puff it all the day

Yeah we smoke that Mary Jay

Yeah we proudly won't obey

Cuz when we smoke that Mary Jay

All our cares just pass away

When we smoke that Mary Jay

Get the fuck outta our way

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We forget what is today

When we smoke that Mary Jay

The world moves in slow play

When we smoke that Mary Jay

No one's around to act gay

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We stumble in our house doorway

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We don't care if it is midday

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We prostrate on the driveway

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We say, "Fuck it, I want a buffet!"

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We don't care to finish the essay

When we smoke that Mary Jay

It's like a feast turned gourmet

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We pass it around without delay

When we smoke that Mary Jay

The girls wear their lingerie

When we smoke that Mary Jay

Our fingers don't stay at bay

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We grope and do as we may

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We huddle in the alleyway

When we smoke that Mary Jay

The cops pull in the parkway

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We hit the gas in the Chevrolet

When we smoke that Mary Jay

We hit the gas and speed away

After we smoked that Mary Jay

Now buzzed we realize its Saturday

After we smoked that Mary Jay

We get giddy like a holiday

After we smoked that Mary Jay

We find out we broke away

After we smoked that Mary Jay

We plan to get high some other day





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