latenite bonghits

[sonichron]

dump a dimebag, stem removal
cut it up for flem approval
reaching out for pack of zigs
niccing from this lack of cigs
without papers, rizlas none
but this smoking must be done
i'm jonesing more than cheech and chong
the pipe is missing, prep the bong
so alas i pack a bowl
pack it full and pack it whole
pack it tight with chronic gold
grab a light and fire the coal
hold the choke and chamber loaded
stole a toke my brain exploded
my head goes numb, i spit and stutter
a coughing fit brings up lung butter
my eardrums ring and eyelids sting as smoke envelops all my sight
my pulses increases time just ceases, no more pizza - appetite
munchies present, stomach growl
seems my hunger's on the prowl
i take another major hit
then head on down and raid the fridge
see nothing beats these bowls at night
there's no use though to even fight
just love your plant (the tea is tasty)
god bless those letters (T, H and C)
cause' cannibas causes chronic cues
these habits formed in sonic hues
my wise words flow creative sonnets
and inpsired by all these latenight bonghits

[puffpuffpass]

Yur poem has touched me deeply.....

peace

[weedguru_animal]

like that one mate. especially the bonghits and sonnets.quality.i havent wrote any ryhmes just bout smoking, but this defntly one of the better ones i done.keep up the good work