the stoners christmas poem

Twat da nite b4 Krismus, and all thru tha shack,
not a pipe was burning, cuz they ain't got no mo' crack.

Tha stockins' were ripped offa tha mantel and rolled
into something that resembled a large toilet bowl.

The tree was dried out so they mulched it and crammed
it into the bowl to try some new scam.

My baby woke up so I had to go get her,
by the time I got back, they'd smoked all the shitter.

Tha Ranch Dressing in the fridge! I ran in to get it,
when i got there it'd gotten got...all I could say was shit.

I called my dealers pager and much to my surprise,
10 minutes later he knocked on my do' and put drugs before my eyes.

I smoke weed in tha mornin', at noon, and all night,
I drink wine watching TV cause it makes me get tight.

I pass out on tha flo' just 2 feet from tha bed,
It ain't no thing, cuz I fell on my head.

If it weren't for pot, for coke, beer and wine,
I don't think I could make thru this place in time.

I'm sad and I cry at the shit that I've done,
I know I can't go back, I ain't got anyone.

So I sit here and puff on this 6 dollar pipe,
making my lungs crispy, black and ripe.

I'd go out and party like alla tha others,
but I can't cause I gotta smoke every 2 hours.

I ain't addicted, what the hell I do to you?
you ain't my daddy, I ain't nuthin' to you.

You didn't want me back when I was new,
but now you're a grandaddy so, I gotta love you?

No, not, and never will be,
just gimme some pot and let me be me.

puff puff pass.....