Pothead

Pothead Stoned like a rock Blazed like a fire Baked like a cookie Faded like a photo Buzzed like a bee Toasted like bread Wasted like an alcoholic Hammered like a nail Oh I could go on One of the saddest things in life People throwing themselves Away Just to get high like a private jet Who knows Maybe one day, smart people Like me Will be as rare as Manatees