My Pot Poem
Cocaine is white.
My pot is greener.
When I think of you I touch my wiener.
These are sweet! The suspense is killing me. I have to wait till Iām done working. I work for myself but my boss will be pissed if I screw up. ?
Ya' gotta do what ya' gotta do. Doesn't help if you lose your job & can't afford the weed! Dog speed, bro!