3rd Annual Poetry Challleng, #20

OK boys and girls, NOW I've been challenged. Are you ready??? Guess what today is? It's 4/20!!!! Yep, you doobie-headed, dread-locked, Bob Marley-worshipping crowd - time to sit back, light a bowl, a roach, a blunt, a bong, get the Cheetos and Funyuns - because today, I was challenged to write a poem about Miss Maryjane, Weed, Wacky-tobacky, Ganja, Grass - yep, Marijuana!!!!!

OK, this should be interesting: I will fully admit that I was in the room twice while it was being smoked. That's my experience with the stuff, other than seeing a few people after a bad hit off a bong, that's where I'm drawing from. Oh wait - I once found some that dropped out of someone's pocket in a stairwell. I turned it in to the cops. Yep, I'm that guy. I've just never felt drawn to really try it at all. So relax, Mom and Dad, the only drugs I do are caffeine and nicotine - and only the caffeine is regularly.

The New Math

So purple's, like, this color, right?
Of red and blue combined,
But I think it's more like silver,
that's how it smells in my mind.
And Obi-Wan agrees,
he's more powerful than most,
'Cuz when Vader cuts him down
He comes back as a ghost.
And he's shimmery and stuff,
Like the candles on the table,
'cept on holidays when we switch 'em out for pink and purple.

Wait, that doesn't rhyme.
I know, but it's deep, right?
I don't get it.
Me either! Where were we?
Obi-Wan.
Oh yeah. Huh.

So if purple's more like silver,
then it's opposite is gold,
And yellow's opposite of purple,
It must be so!

You still make no sense.
Ya gotta look trhough it, man, it's like the sun.
Don't look at it?
Yeah...Hey! and that's yellow, too!
I can't handle this, I'm going to the store.
Can you get some nachos?


OK, maybe I had a little too much fun picking on stereotypes here, but I couldn't resist! However, rather dwell on the point, I'll simply say this:

Thanks for reading, and SNOOCHIE BOOCHIES!!!!!!
The Fat Kid