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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.
Copyright ©
Troy Snyder
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