Stoner/Sex Rant

Now that we’ve finished seeing the movie,
why not take a little smoke with me.
It’s real, it’s rad, and it’ll give you pictures in your head;
but don’t expect it to carry you over cause in the future you’ll be dead.

But don’t worry honey, it’s not till your ass sags and your hair is gray,
so it’s a safe assumption that the puff won’t want you to eat some hay.
But I’m not like those motherfuckers who overact their high,
because they try and get laughs while I let you drop buy.

And let me get my mojo on.

Anyway, how about we skip the chitchat and break out Santa Claus,
it’s the one in the closet that the rats aren’t planning to gnaw.
There it is, it’s the king of bongs himself…
The tubbiest, tokenest, lamp/smoker in my whole house,
he’s been known to make even Robin Williams into something of a louse.

Maybe it’s also the shit, cause I got it from discount Al’s,
and that it’s smoked up by the finest in Rockland’s fouls.
Okay, now let’s get to it and pack it in,
but how about a quick deep kiss before the smoke goes in.

Toke, toke, breathe in the air, toke, toke, this is how you show you care.
Now try and hold it in, that’s a dare; if you make it through your totally in my lair.
Yet why settle for one, when two is fine, or three, or four, the dimes are quite divine.

Let’s finish off the roach now that little Alex butted out last night,
you gotta face him someday, if not, I’ll show him some goddamn fright.

Ooohh, the smoke is fine as it’s with the water and all,
however my throat could use some ease from coughing up resin balls.
The high is great though, and makes me feel smooth and free,
funny, as well, but real horny. Horny as can be.

Look! Exclaims my mind. Her nipples are jetting right through that shirt;
the high is upon me, I know, but it still is arousing, to a super level degree.
In my state now in my pants is some kind of ligament growing out of the field,
Of bushes and leaves, i.e. my pubes, yes the hard on was on. (I wonder if she notices?)

Holy shit, the reefer kicked in and I’m getting moist,
in a sea of folds and pressure points that grow by leaps and points.
A solution arises in my mind to relieve my tainted throat,
I might as well go down on Tommy, but first I’ll take off his coat.

I hear her mutter something like I love you, really, with all my heart,
as she unzips her tight dress and slides her panties off I see what heaven looks like.
A common statement some of you might say, just to get the sweet, sweet poon.
But I cared for her a lot as well, so I wanted to give her the touch that only she could get from me.

The stoned touch.
We ride on the bed not at a rapid-fire speed to reach some goal,
but in a matched rhythm, one that gives a penetrating force to both of our souls.
But as I’m having my fun with the sweet piece of vag,
My hands work diligently to prepare another bowl that’ll make the sex better than bad.

OH MY GOD, I can’t believe it, he’s got a dick that’ll make you beg.
It feels like a battering ram. Fuck, oh, by the way my name is Meg.
All the veins are busting out and I feel the waves building up,
If he gives me another bowl it’ll send me over the top and on the cup.

Toke, toke, lick the bidding clit, toke, toke, it certainly wont make you sick.
Toke toke, oh now it’s all gone, but we can still have the simultaneousness that’s up in the clouds.

Later on we’re finished and we lie nude side by side,
It’s a lucky thing we’re not in the hydro plant or else we’d be fried.
This is truly the happiest moment of my life,
But this thought can go either way, says the expert Barney Fife.

Finally we fall asleep in our arms, dreams comes from the high,
At least for us, it the nexus of excellence intertwined,
and in the nothingness of peacefulness no less.
End of story.