My bones are much smaller,

And my bongs much taller,

As well they cost more than a dollar,

Wish I could do so from the stern of a south seas bound trawler…

I know, I know quite well, I am the proverbial mess,

Not enough brain cells left to learn and play chess,

Don’t own a suit let alone a tie, can’t dress for success,

Tie dye is my dress to for others impress,

In point of fact, to try to impress just does of me give stress…

Do ya think it takes a great deal to write this crap,

You’d be surprised I can knock it out like the kids do rap,

Most times though you might find I am not such a bad old chap,

I’ve never had crabs, or communicable disease’s like the clap…

So treat me as you will,

Tire of me you may still,

I understand totally, I won’t need a pill,

And as far as you are concerned, smoke a bone of any size & chill…

© E/\/\ 3/21/09