Hold My Hand Lover It Is Weed Time

Hold My Hand Lover It Is Weed Time

Tonight we take gather here to partake
Weed is our captain, its smoke is our guide
Oh no, Erin is scared, she does not want to smoke the weed

Please don’t listen to Erin
A weed is a
Good time, every time
Everyone get
Some weed

Out of all the people on this
Fair earth

We who smoke weed
Easily
Eat more of everything
Don’t be afraid (unless you’re Erin)

Puff, puff
On ya mate
Everyone loves weed
True for some I guess
Really?
Yes

Always
But anyway, this poem was meant to be about
Our good friend Erin
Understandably, she is frightened
The paranoia will soon overcome her

Erin once upon a time
Realised that she
Ingested too many
Nuggeies of

B-grade
Roaches
Ooosh no ooos
U gotta
Get
High
Tonight
On
Nice nuggies

We are going to have so much fun
Hooning some thicc smoke
Out of this bong before it is stolen

Get amongst the good times
Every Christmas
Time
Smoke it up with your

Parents
Around the
Right ol - xmas tree
A blaze it up J.C.
No!
Obviously this idea
Is idiotic.
Don’t listen to us.

Say no to stanky bong water!
Make sure to
Obey the
Kush Kustoms
It will be a strange
Night for Erin
Good Night.

Every night
Voluptuous
Ecstasy
Rolls
Yonder

Tinnies
In
My
Ears

This article first appeared in Issue 26, 2018.
Posted 2:16pm Monday 8th October 2018 by Critic.