My Poems Online - Weed

Weed

I spend all my money on weed,
I just cant seem to grow that stuff from seed.
If a couple dollars would ever cross my hand,
it slips on by to the local, weed sellin man.

My sister always asks, whats wrong with my eyes?
don't know how she can tell, cause I'm always high.
Then my mom will yell and scream, than search my room,
can't wait till my little girls in the basement start to bloom.

I really don't need a girlfriend at all,
when I need a babe, its Maryjane I call.
I can buy all the love I'll ever need,
thats why I spend my money on weed.

Sometimes I get disgusted and a little down,
when things dry up and theres no weed in town.
That dealer jerks me around and keeps me guessin,
I'll just clean out all my bowls and smoke that rezzin.

I found a dollar bill in the street today,
only need nine more and I'd be rolling a jay.
Well I roamed around than found just what I need,
just mooched a buzz off a friend, killer hydro weed.

I'm always trying to do the best I can,
but I guess I'll smoke that stuff till the very end.
and when the angels come down to haul me away,
can we stop and pick up papers on the way?

I spend all my money on weed,
I just cant seem to grow that stuff from seed.
Someday I'll give it up, and flush all my homegrown,
but I forget all that, whenever I get stoned.

© 2008 Oscar R. Wageley

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