Stoners live and stoners die.
But in the end we all get high.
So fuck all you preps that think your cool.
And go to hell.
Cause stoners rule!!
Rock n' Roll
Life's a bitch until you die
So fuck this world let's get high.
Dwight hid his pot in a boat.
That old boat didn't quite float.
It sunk to the bottom of the sea,
and Dwight lost his big bag of weed..
Mary had a little joint
She lit it with her lighter.
She took a toke
It made her choke
So she passed it to the spider.
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Poem / Poetry
Essay / Non-Fiction
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