poems

I'm a Stoner... I'm a stoner a pot head what ever you think its all of how good that shit will stink, The Erb, the weed, the pot, Whatever When I get high I feel much better, I write this rhyme just in time For I love to smoke erbs its hella fine, Ive been there a time or two where im so high...

A WOMAN'S POEM: Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won't be...