Spark

Spark

A Poem by Scooby
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for the stoners...

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Spark

By: Nick Workman

 

I arise to a Trainwreck

And step in Bubblegum.

Alaskan Thunderfuck.

F**k it… let’s go have fun.

I got some B.C. Skunk.

Break out the Kush.

I smell some Green Crack

Coming from that bush.

A bowl sweet as Grapefruit;

F**k your Tendo.

I call this Juicy Fruit;

Its some kind of Endo.

You think I really know, dude? Please…

Might as well call this s**t Cheese.

Take that Headband off;

You’re not an OG.

Try this Strawberry Cough,

Mr. NYC…

I got a little Sweettooth

For G-13 or Granddaddy.

Maybe some f****n’ Afgoo,

But my favorite’s Blueberry.

A blunt of Panama Red

Mixed with a little Bubba.

Puff while I lay in bed;

Dream of a White Russia.

AK47:

I’m already in heaven.

Orange Kush and Sour Diesel dreams.

Talking, flying Weasel Screams.

I awake in a Purple Haze.

Wake and bake; get me going.

Maybe I’ll try to fill the day

With only Morning Glory.

I can’t say

No to Hydro, though.

And did you say

You had White Widow?

With so many different kinds of weed,

You’re sure to find what you need.

© 2009 Scooby


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Added on September 23, 2009

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