California sinsemilla crossed with Skunk
makes me smile and giggle like I'm drunk
without the misery of the next day
or a headache that won't go away.

Not with my pet skunk in the closet
that I feed and water and talk to it.
I love her so, my sticky sweet stinkiness
Pepe LePew would fall for my princess.

People come and wonder, what's that smell
"It's my pet skunk, she's not feeling well."
Not sure that they believe a single word
when they say, "you must have a herd!"

The time came when she was all grown up
and I reminisced about the little red solo cup
that gave life from a tiny speckled seed
that grew into the soothing meds I need.

Two men in uniform came knocking on my door
I guess my neighbors wanted to settle the score 
they were polite policemen, but needed to know
if I had a closet with a pet skunk, or a homegrow.

I told them she grew up and had to go
I will miss my skunk, but she's no mo'
they left satisfied and I let out a big sigh
and got out my sweet skunk and got high!