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My Joy
My mind always begins to wonder, as I fall into a daze.
I'm in a smoked filled room, clouded in a haze.
This makes me happy, but also sometimes lazy, tired, and bored,
I'm always hungry, so I buy up everything from the store.
If you can't tell by now, I love smoking weed,
It's my drug of choice, not heroin, coke, nor speed
But, just because I smoke a lot of it, does that make me an addict?
I've been trying to stop for years.
So, ask me that same question tomorrow,
When you see that I'm right back at it.
I'm in a smoked filled room, clouded in a haze.
This makes me happy, but also sometimes lazy, tired, and bored,
I'm always hungry, so I buy up everything from the store.
If you can't tell by now, I love smoking weed,
It's my drug of choice, not heroin, coke, nor speed
But, just because I smoke a lot of it, does that make me an addict?
I've been trying to stop for years.
So, ask me that same question tomorrow,
When you see that I'm right back at it.
Published 15th Apr 2014
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If you prefer to think of weed as only just a bad habit... ...
If you go on smoking weed your mind will be brimming with miscellaneous poems, so this section won't be enough to house them.
If you go on smoking weed your mind will be brimming with miscellaneous poems, so this section won't be enough to house them.
