Every day I get out of school
walk a ways feel the air, its cool
open my door
sit in my chair
feel the cool air
pick up a tray from over there
but damn I suck and can't roll
so I break down a bud n pack a bowl
The bubblen sound
was heard miles around
and the smoke I blew
made me have to chew
so I picked up some gum
placed it on my tongue
Mummnn! Mummnn!
I heard a voice I'd never heard before
and it said son come to the door
its about your sister whom we think is a whore
I swear it won't take long
but first put down the bong
I got up turned around saw a pig at my door
he wore a green shirt with funny decore
he said son do you now why I'm hear
I said I don't know did you stop for beer
son now this won't take long
If you give me a hit from the bong
so I broke down a bud and packed up a bowl
opened my back door and said oink man lets go for a stroll
we walked and talked and huffed and puffed
he said son I came out of greed
I realy just wanted to smoke some weed
we toked up blew a cloud of smoke
it floted around for about an hour or so
we were have n fun shooten his gun
then his beeper went off and he said I got to run
I stoped him and said you keep me out of jail and you can smoke for free
he said why should I do that for you what did you ever do for me
I said to him my face looking grim
I got pics of you puffing pipe and bong too
he looked up with a fear in his eye and
sounded like he was going to cry
he said in a sad tone
I'll be back before too long
I looked at him with a sly blood shot eye
n said stay gone but not too long
I'd hate to show people how you took
hits from the bong
Eric Elliott
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pack-a-bowl/
