The Stinky Inky

˜Twas a calm summer night,

but two cherries burned bright.

One from a joint,

The other from a pipe.

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The darkness surrounding

Their oasis of light,

While the skunky funky smoke

Took them places, alright.

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Settled on the back porch,

Seated semi-circle,

Each one relaxed and chilled

By that dank sticky purple.

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One boy sat alone,

And dude, was he geekin’.

Too stoned to speak,

He’d been high all that weekend.

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So high was the boy,

He was barely sane.

For the good ganja smoke

Had invaded his brain.

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Ideas and thoughts

Rushed through his head so fast paced,

He was beginning to think

The Mary Jane had been laced.

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Paranoid now,

And crippled with fear,

He stood up and screamed

“I’m kirkin’ out here!”

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The friends all knew

What the boy needed next.

So they passed him the pipe

Called the Bongasaurus Rex.

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The boy almost cried,

And said “No man, I can’t.”

For it stood four feet tall

And ate weed by the plant.

They all urged him on

Using awesome peer pressure,

Just cuz the green was so good,

It had never been fresher.

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Finally relenting,

The boy took his place.

And brought that great bong

Right up to his face.

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He breathed all air out

As he prepared to inhale.

He was suddenly nervous,

And his face got all pale.

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But no turning back

As the cherry was lit,

And the boy set a record

For the World’s Biggest Hit.

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The circle applauded,

But the boy said “I quit.”

And he stood up so fast,

His pants filled with shit.

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Yes the boy got so stoned,

That he released his bowels.

And the circle all gasped,

Cuz the air had been fouled.

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So the next time you smoke,

And you’ve got quite a bit,

See if you can reach that state

Where you’re really high as shit.