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Best Poems Written by Bud Cee

Below are the all-time best Bud Cee poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Long Time, No See

Here's a lighter bro
Spark up that home grown
Smoke going up ashes going down
This Indica ain't from around town
And I haven't seen you in a while
Since you moved down town
Hey, your wife wants you to settle down
But why does she always frown
Whenever I visit?
Is it because
I get your flat really cloudy
Smoking up ounces?
Is it because
I get your flat really dirty
Coz I'm clumsy with the ashes?

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Sativa

Four walls one couch
Four bros one pound
Dense smoke in this house
Light stoners start passing out
While real stoners laugh
Then roll more loud
Literally we're in a cloud
My thoughts end up in lost and found
If you got some cash
You can get some hash
If you got some cash
you'll smoke some dank

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More Weed Less Love

I just read your text
Then reached for my lighter
I almost replied with a long text
But I'm a stoner, not a writer
A couple of joints
Make my mental lighter
So don't label me a loser
Or mistake me
For a heroin user
I knew you wanted to leave
Why didn't you leave sooner?

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Red Eyes

Shut the window
Don't bang the window
I know you want to hit my head 
With something harder than the pillow
Mary Jane, Mary Jane, I love my green
I wish I could smoke it with my chic
But she always gives me that look
When I roll up one or two
She always rolls her eyes
When she sees my red eyes

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Cash On Delivery

It was time to pay
She stepped closer
Smiling and giggling towards him
Then told him
I forgot my purse
And I haven't taken lunch
I'll send you the money
Maybe around four


Experience in the game
Made him stay ahead of the fold
Maybe around four?
He already heard that lie before!
So he shook his head
And demanded for his bread
Instead, she reached for his hand
And led him down the path


You can trust me
I really have the money
But right now I'm hungry
Replied the slay queen

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Goodbye

Have you ever seen so much weed
That you held your breathe
Have you ever seen a bro with nothing
Grinding and now he's making money
Partying and getting honeys
But now he's acting funny
Talking to his homies like their dummies
Seems money is the root of your amnesia
Goodbye nigga it was nice to meet ya!

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Rasta Can'T Smoke In Privacy

Everyday they watch him 
Descending the stairs
But he doesn't feel uneasy
Despite the offensive stares
His eyes stay red 
But that's the least of his cares
Rasta can't smoke in privacy
Because neighbors don't respect privacy

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Anti Cannabis Landlord

Early in the morning
I heard a knock
On my door
I opened the door
It's my landlord, oh lord!
He seemed happy, thank God
Then he said bhangi, oh no!
Do you smoke it?
Hell no!

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Babylon Snatch My Chalice

Just the other day
The vultures pounced on him
They cornered and beat him
He begged for mercy
But the vultures were thirsty 
For blood and money
Just because they found
Four joints in his pocket
Dear ghetto
Why do we get malice
Whenever we cry for justice?
Does a man deserve injustice
For smoking herb in a chalice?

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Dankrupt

He shakes the jar
Where he keeps his buds
But there's a frown on his face
Because all he has is an eighth
And it's three weeks untill twenty eighth
Seems he'll have to smoke some shake
Untill he gets a little cake
Then he can smoke the strains
That taste like wedding cakes