weed weed and more weed

From Death to a Dial tone.

There was once a nephew
who shot up ice,
hit up heroin once or twice
his eyes bled red
and with blackened brain baked bright
tears came to his eyes
that reunion day his ice addict cousin came to play
he said to me 'ain't you surprised?'
'You've found me here gassed up
fresh from Newcastle been beggin for change
fuck that political shit had me an eightball scrapped up.
Uncle out came the mix, the bill & pipe.
Sat around that icehead den
we was smoking up!
three of my uncle's schoolmates & my cousin and I.

'Fuck man, I'm surprised'

Three days later i'm smoking the finest green
sat there, in the sunlight
and intermission wind
pickin the moment to lit em up.
Three schoolmates of mine
meet my uncle and I.
Man have I got a story for you.
I went ahead and sung em the blues.
I fell in love fell out of touch and lost my mind
my uncle left for Grafton and I'm nowhere to find.

Now let me tell you what it's like
to get geared up on crack & ice.

Those boys and I been through some shit & we're thinking of
all sorts of shit, I'm nearly startin' to trip
so I had me a hit of our skull-headed bill
hear em mutter some shit and I spill the bong.
Boys I'm sorry don't know what I was thinking of
I pull out my quarter and fix em up
three days later 'man this is some chronic shit'
my dealer's dope down deep i'm dreaming of.

Hear me now I've told you what it's like
to fall out of touch and wander out
I've some memories now & memories yet.

..sitting down by Mitchell's Pass for the millionth time
here I am in the wake of it all without a number to call.
I met a bird fucked her good got drunk as all hell
wound up psychotic and poppin pills
man the high on valium ain't nothing to
that first ever hit from a skull-headed bill.

She has so many names
Popular for her reputation
For driving many insane
With her subtle seduction

Caught between stereotypes
I grew up with a fear
She was loved only by the crazy type
And them I wouldn't near

But then I was curious
It got the best of me
Now it is obvious
I'm in love eternally

So I puff puff my smoky friend
Pretty rolled up in a joint
Falling in love with no amend
She knows how to get me on point

In a world of many stress
She leads me to a realm of peace
Where my soul can worry less
Drifting gladly with every kiss

Last night I had her fresh and green
Just the two of us alone
She took me to a place I have never been
Far beyond the depleted ozone

Thoughts coming in millions per second
All fading as fast as they come
Still trying to focus I puff on
Watching that pretty lady burn

Smoke rise before my eyes
I swim in fantasies
Whether she tells the truth or she lies
I love miss kanabis

How high, was I?

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I cut some up
and rolled it.
I laid in my bed,
and hit it.

Just me,
and Mary-J
hand in hand.
To every pull I made,
I was transported
to another land.

In my room, way at the corner
I spot some hairy legs, oh a spider!
It begun it's way towards me,
and stared at me, interestingly.

Stop looking at me,
you dumb spider.
I said, as I lit my spliff
with my lighter.

Suddenly, this fucking spider,
begun multiplying.
They all crowded up above,
destroying my ceiling.

My walls faded away,
and crumbled.
My room was no more,
the skies above me rumbled.

Go Away!
You Stupid pest.
But they didn't,
they all just gathered around my bed.

Out of no where,
came this big ass, monster looking,
tarantula.
I stared at it,
it stared back,
all I said, was "Hola"

Out of fear, I blurted out,
wanna take a hit?
It answered me saying,
I stopped smoking that shit.

I looked on,
and begun to wonder.
Ponder
"Where am I?"
It's reply was "World of Spiders"
Hmmm, okay, don't freak out me,
it's Alright.

I guess
it was obvious.
With glittered spider webs,
all around us.

I nodded as I
took another puff.
I'm starting to see things,
I should stop smoking this stuff.

I woke up in my room,
disoriented, and blurred sight.
You don't have to tell me,
I knew, I was way too fucking High!

Weed Killer – Killer Weed

toker, stoner, doper, junkie
Dope fiend, bag bitch, freak
User, doper, wasted geek
Waistoid, dope whore, pothead
Space cadet, burnout, shithead
Killer of will
Killer of thrill
Annihilator of ambition
No longer a man on a mission
Over-eater of snacks
Packs upon Packs
Riskers of infections
Let down by soft erections
You make me sick
Grubby little hippie bastards
Peace out, piss off
Touch my balls then cough
I won’t buy into your shit
You disgust me to the core
You should all be shot
The minute you get caught
With even the tiniest amount
Of the weed from hell

This was me 10 years ago
I believer in conspiracy theories
Having belief in the drug tzars lies
Hip to the hype
Refusing the pipe
Marijuana of any type
Will make you schitzo
Then peripheral Neuropathy struck
Pain without measure, fresh out of luck
The therapy doesn’t work,
The surgery doesn’t work
The drugs don’t work
My son suggested cannabis
Well I’ll be fucked
It the only thing that works
And I’m still normal
Relatively speaking
After all these years
After all those spliffs

and beyond



you know,
if I wrer you and you were me
you'd probably not
have seen spiders sparkle either

but what would you know anyway
if you were me
who's to say you wouldn't
be just as confused
as you are when you are you
or indeed I I, me me

me you,
and so on to infinity  

weed, everyone should have some,
I mean, let's face it
hardly the worst habit to hold,
and truth be told, a fair tithe too
so the powers that be
might throw a little bit back
to the city

not too hard though

sew on, there's still men on the front line
dying waitin' on a pair of trousers.
heaven forbid the pigs will fall
without a scratch inflicted
save for the legs chopped from under them
to starve the frostbite  


 

true story

I smoke weed
even though my mom got busted for selling
when I was 15.
6pm Friday night
cops and dogs stormed our house
and turned it inside out
empty my drawers on the floor
and stripped my bed.
they took my mom to jail
soon as they left
I smoked a bowl and started
cleaning my room.

Ten years of love for you my dear
Until truth struck, maybe hard to hear
But all we have is mutual abuse
You lure me in, and I overuse
Anxiety set on by this
Self deprecation as the smoke wisps
And though I still long for your aid to sleep
I must leave you now so I might again dream

Congratulations to dustyjjewels for winning and also hardallover. Awesome entries all! Me...yay!

Dusty, Hard, Grace congrates.  Now please pass the peace pipe, the rest of us would like a consolation tock.

Congratulations to all 3 winners and all participants also!
Keep the agit-prop going on other threads, it could turn into a massive song cycle...

This is a cool competition, you did. You guys did a very good job. Congrats by the way, to the winner, you are a real poet. I love weed, I do sometimes smoke, but just to relax myself or chill my friends, it really helps me. And beside wee I love mushrooms too, I buy all my drugs online on this website https://getkush.io/product-category/magic-mushrooms/, you can check it out if you want. I never though that there could be a poetry competition about weed, you surprised me. Mai by next time I will try my luck.