Lovely Pot

I'm smoking a lot
Lovely pot
More often than not
I'm high
All the vultures flock my way
Don't wanna pay
Just wanna get high
On my supply
Scavengers and bums all around
Trying real hard to be sound
Me I sigh and shake my head
I'd have more fun asleep in bed
Than listening to shit talk
And keeping them fed
The best of bud I'm lucky to have
You fool with your gack
I'd rather do smack
Anyway I'm all outta smoke
And I tell you that is no joke
Demons whispering in my ears
Highlights my worst fears
Can't sleep a wink
Out of sync
And where are you You weasel like creature
Beady little eyes Not your best feature
I suppose your in some tonkers yard
Being a maneen
Acting hard
Well back to the tonkers you will go
Cos you sure ain't getting any more of my blow
The time has come For this poem to end
Off with you now
You excuse for a friend