Stoner Head
The stoner mind is simple and blind,
the stoner signs are waved jovial and wide,
the stoner wine is drunk slowly with puckered lips-
with savored bliss,
'can I have just one more kiss?'
On the cheek,
one for the road?
I want something to think about all the way home.
...Forgo's truth,
for the stoner demands proof!
So spoof in a poof of smoke as he acts remote,
poke the hole in the mote,
and let people have their chokes-
after dinner jokes,
burning 'till they turn pink,
or else ending up head first in the sink,
gravity bongs could bring heaven to yeh,
gravity songs could bring out the ecstasy...
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