Wednesday, July 3, 2013

poem of the day 07.03.13

the reluctant pot head

we told calvin that
phillies blunt cigars
came pre-made with marijuana

just like all the rappers smoked

he didn’t bat an eye
when we bought a pack
and lit them in his car

as we drove around suburban pittsburgh
listening to a 2pac cd

and when calvin finished his cigar
and acted fucked up

we acted fucked up too

because no one had the heart to tell him
that you couldn’t buy pot
over the counter in america

besides he was a natural born citizen
and none of us thought he’d believe us anyway

and when calvin said that he was
coming down from his high

we all acted like we were coming down too

and later on when one of us said,
dude, would you like another smoke?

we all understood it when calvin said,

nah, i don’t want to become an addict
all in one night.


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