I sometimes read some poetry that I have NO FREAKING CLUE while trying to comprehend, but those of you that write like that, I hope you will bear with me...e
Poetry I read,
My brains gone to seed,
What I REALLY need,
Is just I guess more weed…
Burned out from usage,
I realize that, I have some sage,
Don’t go getting in a rage,
A lot of what I do is just me on stage…
So my brain cells are practically non-existent,
But still to legalize herb I am most persistent,
No matter how much one does, he does not become resistant,
But there is the drawback of ones brain becoming quite distant…
My Father always used to say, that their were too many overeducated twits in the world!!
One does wonder LOL
Poetry is a bit like setting the table, you can either dress it all up with fancy bits n bobs haha, or just whack the butter n Ketchup salt n pepper n plates and go for it, wi me, it depends on the mood I'm in LOL, sometimes it's fancy, sometimes it's practical.
Don't fret mate, it's all poetry at the end of the day...
"Hey remember that ole 70s song, "The Wildwood Weed" Have a good day, hugs to you and Rufuz
Chezza
There was this ancient tribe called the Scythians, the Romans paid them off regularly because they were feirce horsemen & women, They were the biggest pot heads that ever lived and buried each other in caskets full of the stuff. Cannibis was their god!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on June 22, 2007
Just think naughty and you can figure them
dang poems out.
I have trouble myself figuring out some poems..
Give Rufuz a hug.....
The naturally stupid are smarter than you think...
for without it, you know...the "Artificial Intelligence"...we could never open our mind enough to allow possibilities to emerge!
In other words, Mr. Ed
Keep it up and soon we'll be smokin' in the parking lots! LOL!
Oh you surely got me going!
You can let the hit out now...
:)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
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Follow Ronny's advice!!
love Tinka
One does wonder LOL
Poetry is a bit like setting the table, you can either dress it all up with fancy bits n bobs haha, or just whack the butter n Ketchup salt n pepper n plates and go for it, wi me, it depends on the mood I'm in LOL, sometimes it's fancy, sometimes it's practical.
Don't fret mate, it's all poetry at the end of the day...
"Hey remember that ole 70s song, "The Wildwood Weed" Have a good day, hugs to you and Rufuz
Chezza
dang poems out.
I have trouble myself figuring out some poems..
Give Rufuz a hug.....
Regis
dan
Enjoyed this one, Ed--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
for without it, you know...the "Artificial Intelligence"...we could never open our mind enough to allow possibilities to emerge!
In other words, Mr. Ed
Keep it up and soon we'll be smokin' in the parking lots! LOL!
Oh you surely got me going!
You can let the hit out now...
:)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Al