He Bogarts the joint,

When trying to make a point,

His intelligence greater than mine,

But for me that’s altogether just fine,

As long as I get a taste I won’t him malign…

He passes it with precision,

He has to as I got double vision,

He had better do it fast or he will receive such an incision,

We both start to look for munchies, of cheese steak’s we do envision…

He sits in his tree,

Spouting rhyme fit for me,

Boy does he get pissed,

When the joint is gone and nothing more does exist…J

© ed J 01/10/07