Two pot heads these dudes Cheech and Chong,
Smoke large 'blunts' of weed all day long.
Adore cannabis,
each drag brings them bliss.
If papers run out, use a 'bong'.
`=`
From 'reefer' they cannot abstain.
Always 'buzzed' and feeling no pain.
It got so severe,
last thing that I hear.
They fried every cell in their brain.
`=`
Their brain matters red now not gray.
Did not quit it, no way Jose.
These losers still smoke.
Enjoy every 'toke',
whilst cruising the streets of L.A. ~
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Author:
Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I personally don't smoke weed, well, very rarely?
- Category: Humor
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