sticky icky green
leaves attach to me
crumbling in my fingers
setting me free
an overwhelming aroma
too much of this
temporary coma
so invite them over
all your stoners
to spark your splif
catch a lift
get high
just to watch time fly
and right by
it goes
but when asked what you've done
nothing to show
it makes you lazy
but times are crazy
it levels you out
and thats what its all about
Laura Raimondo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/best-bud-2/
