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glazed point of view (Free verse) by sir_heff
I smoke a bowl, to pay the toll
That takes me down this dusty road.
My brain is fried, crumbled and dried
Itâs covered with resin but damn I'm high.
I Roll up a jibber, and smoke on it hither
My high gets bigger, as you call for it thither.
But I ant goanna pass it, are you high on acid?
If you wanna get plastered, then roll your own, bastard
Pack up the bong, just like cheech and chong.
Weâll smoke all night long, get lost in the fog
Iâm stoned with a twitch, in a time we will switch
Need to get me a bitch, I can get stoned with.
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