T.W.A.S. (That Wicked Ass Smoke)

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    T.W.A.S. (That Wicked Ass Smoke)
    I HUFF AND I PUFF AS I SMOKE...
    THAT STUFF
    I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH
    EVEN WHEN TIMES GET ROUGH
    FOR REAL...
    EVEN THOUGH I WON'T ROB OR STEAL
    I DAM SURE PUFF BEFORE EVERY MEAL
    MAN THE COPS MAKE SUCH A BIG DEAL
    I'LL RUN THEM OVER WITH MY CAR
    AND STEEL BREAK THIER STEERING WHEEL

    THEN GO DRINK HENNY IN THE BAR
    PULL OUT IN MY TRUCK NOT A CAR
    SEE......
    IT BE THAT WICKED ASS SMOKE
    THAT GOOD SHIT ALWAYS MAKE ME CHOKE
    STOP SMOKING THATS A JOKE

    SO AS YOU SEE I NEED MY WEED
    GIVE ME SOME AS A GOOD DEED
    AND I WILL THANK YOU INDEED

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    poochiwali’s Poems (12)

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