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jus’ me & Six Pack Jack


Vogel-Unter, Das große Kartenspiel, Kupferstic...

Vogel-Unter, Das große Kartenspiel, Kupferstich; Bird-Jack, The great pack of cards, etching, L. 269 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

jus’ me, jus’ me ‘n’ Six Pack Jack
sittin’ on the couch, eatin’ on a snack

ain’t got no cable and ain’t got no net
but we got a picture winda so we don’t fret

Jack tells me a story I’ve heard 10000 times
and I spit back mouthfuls of foolish rhymes

the day go by and the beer run dry
must be 4:20, it be time to get high

one paper left in a folded pack
enough for the schwag that’s left in the sack

Six Pack has got his twisting down
we forget where the hell we left that frown

jus me, jus’ me ‘n’ Six Pack Jack
and we don’t give a frick or frack

03.26.20..13

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Won’t Somebody Come Smoke Me Out?


song lyrics:

 

Won’t Somebody Come Smoke Me Out

I get the blues ‘most every time
My bag is empty ‘n’ I got no wine

Won’t somebody come smoke me out

I lost my job and the dog won’t play
Scratchin’ my head, all I gots to say

Is won’t somebody come smoke me out

My girlfriend scream ‘n’ my girlfriend shout
Won’t somebody come smoke us out

The fridge don’t work and I got no cable
No need to read the warning label

Won’t somebody come smoke me out

If you don’t care, what can I say?
Don’t come around ‘less you can play

Won’t you please come and smoke me out

My girlfriend scream ‘n’ my girlfriend shout
It’s time for you to smoke me out

Now yer my pal and yer my friend
Just make sure that the joint don’t bend

Thanks so much for smokin’ me out

My girlfriend scream ‘n’ my girlfriend shout
We found somebody to smoke us out

 

Smoke

Smoke (Photo credit: AMagill)

 

How do I smoke thee, let me count the ways


November 30th 2012

how do i smoke thee?

how do I smoke thee?
let me count the ways
i roll thee in parchment and spark you up
within lung’s reach and the feeling’s out of sight
I smoke thee freely, never passing to the right
i love thee purely in the night
I love thee with a passion that i put to use
in my head, and with my trusty torch
I smoke thee with a love i never seem to lose
with all lost saints – i love thee with my breaths
all Smiles and laughs- and if God choose
I’ll smoke thee til my day of Death

This rather rough poem is my latest with apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning.I also off you an audio reading of my poem:

children of the GMO

Mothing else for this evez but gratefulness for another Blessed day!

May Gumbytron Bless You and Yours

Agnew

 

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