Around the North Carolina’s red clay
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows
Not as I do, I am older than you
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
Puff away, cough you say,
Burn this not such a puff-puff away
Nor give-give awaiting to inhale
Boy, back N my day you have,
a cigarette in a child’s age
You’ll spend a day in jail
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows well
Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say
Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows bails
Not as I do, I am older than you
Beneath the views, I choose for I do
I smoke if you try to smoke you choke
Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke
Puff, puff, puff cough, cough
Them children should N be smokiN
puff-PUFF-puff
The very first puff at birth—
Unconsciously, I drew it in.
Neither death nor birth,
But existence itself.
In an instant, hunger and cold fade away,
For that primordial kiss was so sweet.
Orange fat man said out loud
He doesn’t like men and how
Proud he was
Chest puffed up
As if he stars in explicit files
Puff in, puff out
Smoke up, green shouts
Puff pass, pass puff
Fire lit, joint stuffed
Puff this, puff that
Lungs jump, heart laughs
Puff you, puff me
High skies, smooth dreams
Sweet one, don't sweat the small stuff.
In the grand scheme of things, this life is but a pale blue puff.
Enjoy this chrysalis of fleshed pleasure while you can.
Live it up -live it down, light it up, let it swirl in your mouth.
Splash about the champagne and the mud.
Sweet one, I think it must be ok live for the day.
But don't forget to heart pray just in case.
It's an insurance policy for eternity.
Common sense tells me
The universe is no accident, and we're part of a plan.
The creator travels a bit faster than the speed of light.
That's why we cannot grasp the effervescence of the divine.
Sweet one, don't sweat the small stuff.
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
Cherish time like a rosy dream.
In the grand scheme of things, this life is but a pale blue puff.
I've smoked Panama Red
And some Panama Gold
I've smoked Panama bought
And some Panama sold
I've choked down all the Brown
Coughing up an Owie!
I've Sparked life from fat bowels
Of sweet Maui Wowie
No Ghanja is better
No Sensi is sweeter
Friggin' THC count
'Soff the friggin' meter!
Is changing names at any rate
The right way to make US great?
Mexico’s been the norm
Long ere US was born,
So, remember therefore,
And forget this no more:
Four years is your use-before date.
_____________________
Happenings |40.01.2025|USA, political, power
Note: Gulf of Mexico, or of America? The former has been the cultural and natural heritage since the 16th century, when US had not even been formed. What is more, US prides itself to be the United States of America. Really? The continent has a lot of other countries. At best it can call itself USONA, US of north America.
Shower Puff
My shower puff is
a news phobic.
Oh, how I love a summer day
when I can go outside and play
with Puff, my dog, and Fluff, my cat-
who wait on the house steps or mat.
The flowers first, I have to tend;
must water them- their thirst to end
so they stay pretty- healthy too.
This is the first thing I must do.
And after that, when I am done
we play together and have fun!
I love how they both wait for me!
They make me happy as can be!
"Puff the magic dragon, lived by the sea", Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow
His name was Jackson Paper.
Forgotten by history,
disappearing like a vapor,
he was born near Honalee.
He became successful enough,
but forgot his childhood friend.
Years later, in a smoky puff,
he met a fiery end.
Happy Ending
While, Jackson, ol' Puff did destroy,
in his place, a younger male
heard, "long time no see, Jackie boy,
time for us to set sail".
.
i did
mine did
i
mine
came out roaring
with mine
mere dense
tramp
top mine
prey
Thump
Mine pounce
hern
mine
munge
Buhht nooo
'twuz mine purrr
mine lips
soft stuck
none no
fangz
yup
all pawz
no clawz
Politics
in Hyde Park
was at the end of a shtick
FDR’s mouthpiece
a cigarette holder
suspended over
his spinning wheels
Pearl Harbor
a puff of smoke
It was a new deal
It was big
The peace pipe
signaling
W A R
USA
evened the score
He puffed the magic dragon
Till he was ninety-three
And frolicked in a smoky mist
Beneath the ganja tree
With little pipes and papers
He loved to huff and puff
It made him think such silly things
And munch a bunch of stuff
All red-eyed he would travel
With puff deep in his pouch
To blaze a trail thru rain or hail
Or tatered on the couch
But then one day of sorrow
He could find no puff no more
And from then till the morrow
Was jonesing on the floor
Without his lifelong friend
He died lonely in his cave
Tho everyone that knew him
Laid sticky hops on his grave
Now he puffs the magic dragon
Above both you and me
And frolics in a smoky mist
Beneath the ganja tree
How do we say, men who lost their lives without oceans
lot of advice even from the paper puff but still are ignorant as a bleating goat.
Many have fallen before there eyes but is that warning enough,
do they even remember if they have a life to save for the future.
If the puff paper has given its best warning, then what else should tongues say.
And when tears start driving down the faces, if not there last hope, would I bear or fear my life?
No I won't, for every one man shall bear his own load.
Paper puff won't fear nor tear nor even stop being puffed by the market.
You, only you and fellow family will bear the pain or loss, for I have nothing to lose.
Paper puff will puff it puffers too one day, they never stop warning
they never stop advertising
puffers never stop dying
yet the puff never stops earning.
SMOKING NEVER CHILLS
IT FOREVER KILLS FROM WITHIN.
K.OLWENS
Power puff purr, rot in that iron bar,
Delusional deviant superstar,
You unforgivable creep,
Trafficking lives like a freak,
Hope the feds make you live in cracked glass jar.
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