The Stoner
The Stoner Collaborative Contest
Sponsor: John Messiner
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How can this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think I am dead"
"I'm alive"-my auntie moaned
Or-could it be that you're just "stoned
Anyway, as I stared into my flower vase,
I was compelled to rest my case.
My aunt decided that she was dead.
Too much of something had entered our head.
I decided to have a life of sobriety.
It's a better way to see my family.
Now I no longer see people who are not there,
And being sober is a breath of fresh air.
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