Skeletons In The Closet

Skeletons In The Closet The stoners are in the closet And the skeletons are on the bed. Wait! reverse that… The skeletons are in the closet And the stoners are on the bed. The skeletons found my stash And the hotboxing did begin. The closet doors swung open Smoke filled up the room. Merry-go-round and puff puff pass Their bones began to dance. A crazy cat sat amid the cloud Pouncing on their shadows. With a bong and Purple Haze We synchronized a coughing fit. They grabbed my stash And said goodbye Then took off for the afterlife. Lesson learned And my new stash Is re-hidden under the bed. But that’s another story.