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Sputter Outlaw Apr 2016
I felt the kiss of a joint
She touched me
She still is

Yet she won’t last
Nothing ever does
Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role

She believed and she made a believer out of me
In the ganjoke.
“I must say i’m impressed with this stuff”
Is the old semimental fluff
You’d expect from a ****** elect.

I felt the kiss of the joint
And the cold air biting at my earlobe
I felt it.


I felt it man.
I didn’t just sense it.


So anyway she pulls away
My lips gainst hers
Then not again. For the thousandth time.
First time in ages.

She clung but did not lock
Her taste, i remembered well,
Sweet and unsavoury
Unique, repulsive

She got me convulsive
Submissive
Allowable to the point of
Control.

Now I don’t complain to be no great
Wordsmith of our time
But when the fates align
And forces combine
She was there.

Staring through her orange glow
In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
This piece works in conjuntion with Hi! How are you sensing? TYPE 2. It contains explicit language and themes. Nuff said
Brent Kincaid Sep 2015
Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody here seen him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?

Put another song on, guys
I am sick of the Grateful Dead.
I’m thinking it’s all the same song
Running right through my head.
Freakin’ Truckin’ making me crazy.
I like the song but jeez, guys
There must be another one
You can find one if you try.

Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody heard from him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?

It seems like a few hours ago
Just hours of Hotel California;
The Eagles singing loud, us too.
Dancing, nearly getting a hernia.
And didn’t someone say something
About some tacos and some guac?
If I don’t get something to eat soon
I’m going to get up and try to walk.

Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody heard from him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?

— The End —