Ode to Thomas Chong

I like drugs
They remind me of my grandma’s hugs
although
sometimes you have to let go

.
Like when your little cousin
dumps your stash across your lawn
Don’t waste your time and energy
Forget it, man.  It’s gone

.
Or, when the sheriff’s at your door
so you flush it down the john
He just wants to ask about your neighbor
But, forget it, man.  It’s gone

.
Try my weed, you tell a girl
who looks like Goldie Hawn
In the morning, weed, wallet and girl are missing
Forget it, man.  It’s gone

.
Your teenage son and his friends
stay up late watching Spawn
They found the baggie under the couch
Forget it, man.  It’s gone.

.
Drugs are great, really swell
as long as you don’t abuse them
But, the worst thing is it is easy as hell
to find a way to lose them

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