A bonus poem for today since once I start to do meter, I tend to get stuck.
We all have smoked our share of weed
We all have smoked our share of weed
We've all tripped acid twice
We all have gotten black out drunk
But getting buzzed is nice
Some of us smoke cigarettes
Cause we think it looks cool
When lipstick stains around the top
But some prefer to juul.
My friend Brett, he likes to brag
Of sex he's had on shrooms
His orgasm a galaxy
His body like a tomb
Easter keg hunt leads to a
Cascade of broken ankles
And camppo doesnt put a stop
To drunken easter trouble.
We find ourselves lost in the woods
Stumbling, cold, and high
But we're always looking for
A party of some kind.
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