"chong" poems
Choose **** Choose a dealer. Choose your rolling papers. Choose a **** Choose mind numbingly long conversations about **** all. Choose home grown. Choose frequent holidays to amsterdam. Choose red eyes. Choose the biggets pizza ever for when the munchies kick in. Choose paranoia. Choose chilling with mates. Choose hallucinating about a giant green hedgehog following you home. Choose watching Cheech and Chong. Choose skunk. Choose super skunk. Choose hiding your stash from the police. Choose spilling ***** **** water on your carpet. Choose a fake jamaican accent. Choose space cakes. Choose your future. Choose ****
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
I'm the best, there ever was
Can't get with me, at da club
Other poets, need to respect
My reputation, I'll protect
I got a 9, pen in my hand
Write your name, in the sand
To me, you can't never stand
I ain't afraid, to let out a curse
Write you in, an ugly verse
I'm da best, you da worst
You can't, stay with my meter
I spit sick, iambic pentameter
I'm da truth you da cheater
You rhyme like Armstrong rides
You have to dope, ya got no rhymes
You da Cheech I'm da Chong
I write, you smoke da ****
You da burger, I'm da veal
I earn likes, you freakin still
You got da, cheesy *** rhymes
Droppin' words, like love & sublime
I put the free, in free verse
You all about, Nonsense Verse
I drop a sonnet, makes his head Shake
I'm the Chaucer, you da fake
I'm a Lyric, you the Lune
You can't quit writen', too crazy soon
Your stuff is dirt, mines the moon
You want a challenge, get in the ring
I'll make you cry but your mama sing
You'all poets, you got to know
You da fluff, I'm da show
I'm the king of the poets, HELLO
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
In Brooklyn, in these hectic times,
if Mom-hood gets you down
you need a little pick me up
so you won't fret and frown.
When we boomers were just babies
Mom might have a glass of wine.
Just enough to take the edge off
and leave her feeling fine.
But Generation X and Y
are more like Cheech and Chong
when baby gets your dander up
It's time to light a ****
A little **** of Mary Jane
gives Moms a pause to sigh.
"Good night Moon" is a gripping read
when Mom is flying high.
Put the little Prince to bed
before Mom has a fit.
Motherhood is stressful
she just needs to take a "hit"
When the" little terrors" get you down
Just think - "this too will pass"
sneak off and roll yourself a joint
We know you have a stash.
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 7:58 AM UTC
Once upon a time in an alternate universe not too long ago
I met the cheekiest babe from the other side of the world.
She went by Smurfette, she loved to call me Papa Smurf
and Vanity wasn’t gay, the ******* just loved himself too much.
She always sat by the window, detoxicating herself of verses
cranking out a few lyrics, scoping the city in the trenches.
Of the love we waged never wavering and waving a white flag
“I’m gonna put you to bed” were all our wars went to die.
But I was more than alive, inside the land from down under
called her Daphne the Nymph, the voluptuous Greek Goddess.
Wanted to raise little Koalas together in our Kangaroo farm
in every kiss we traded souls, in every breath we lost our lives.
And we gained them again back when the Jitneys were blue
our sweat-drenched bodies overtaken by some strange voodoo.
Every ship we embarked on was lost in the Atlantic without return
James Bean captained our vessel, holding it together with crazy glue.
In New York City locked lips inside a phone booth, it was euphoria
she was already born a Queen since she hailed from Astoria.
Our Bohemian Rhapsody blended like Cheech & Chong on a ******
her pouty lips, ****** smile, five years later how can I forget her?
Her voice, beautiful sparrow, vocal chords stone carved like no other
and yet normally speaking she sounded like the Crocodile Hunter
Soaked the landscape of her essence, remembrance without a beat
the song she wrote about us, plays in my heart eternally on repeat.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
This is a poem about a very good friend
How a bond came to a sad bitter end
People get scars grow and go their way
But you didn't, you stayed and wanted to make the world pay
It isn't that I can’t sympathize
Through our conversations I saw the world through your eyes
Tales of all the times your soul had been wrung
By the countless songs cruel children had sung
Through this trust, a bond was formed
It was true, tested and through the years; timeworn
How many times have you said you were jealous of my life, one, two?
For a person like me a thought like that just wouldn't do
I tried to teach you: you should love you for you!
***** what other people say or do!
I tried and tried but you couldn't see
It felt like teaching a hamster basic geometry
Then came the fateful day, you felt under the weather
And you decided to attack me, your imagined better
You didn't come at me with a knife or a fist
You just knew me well enough to hurt me without a hit
Oh I see… Clive doesn't like dependents and dependency?
I’ll call him god, yes! that’ll make him see!
A friend I thought broken
Due to the actions and words I've spoken
My god; what monster have I become?
Is this the price of my happiness; for minds to succumb?
To whatever venomous bile my mouth spills
The thought of doing this again gave me chills
But you were never broken; you just wanted some sick thrill
I was in the process of killing my own spirit
Months passed, I realized it was deliberate
The damage was done
My social skills were all but gone
Once you go awkward
It’s very hard to go backward
So I didn't, I ventured on
To look for places, for victories to be won
And I did, through poetry, comedy and song
This didn't happen over-night the journey was long
Don’t you realize that this is what you could have done?
Instead of being this caricature that you embrace full on
Put down the ****
Don’t limit yourself to a second rate Cheek and Chong
To get rid of pain, don't inflict it on others
Just love yourself, your sisters and brothers
You don’t need to be a punch line
I hope you pull out of this decline
This is not a joke at your expense
I still appreciate the good times spent
This poem is dedicated to you
Hoping you realize that there are other paths too
I'm just trying to make you see
There are several ways of setting yourself free
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
She who stands there, he who leads,
Are One to which my praises plead.
I ask of you such great forgiveness,
Your face shines bright, your image livid.
Grey spots upon the Holy Moon,
Form your bust, to it I croon,
I ask again; whisper, pray and plead,
Show me a sign from sacred steed!
I toot my Gudi, crash the Gong,
And cry for Cheon-A-Ma-Chong;
I play my series in metered eights,
in line with movements of the greats.
I plot their paths in sky you see?
Your eight movements,
Eight hooves in cleats!
You breathe out the fire of the Sun,
Head held high at night as one,
The Zodiac your wings as such,
And planets, the hooves, a final touch.
Fires issue from your mouth,
Burn up the sea-water in the south…
Heavenly I hear your roaring,
and the fullness of your glory,
Your starry eyes the flux of sea;
as you swim the depths and round the tree.
Whose skull we hooked once I reminisce,
Terrible creature from the Abyss;
Oh Horse my love, construct of mind,
and she who gallops for all time,
...measures for the heaven’s seat,
Sets placement of all deities,
To you I fall upon my knees,
Hippolytian by decree,
Take me!
-take me to your Cosmic Sea!
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
Out of concern I write.
Don't judge if am wrong or right.
Fundamentally, it is my right,
To address an I'll that is becoming a rite.
Many swell like foam,
Being pumped to boom
By needle or rather *****
But in reality that are just but fume.
Peer pressure is powerful witch.
But can only enchant you if you wish.
We are empowered to be the wizards of our life,
To make freewill choices devoid of strife.
Aunty, getting slim tea is now slim.
Brother, guys are sleeping in the gym.
Boss, your colleagues are booking for liposuction.
I still wonder why you guys are rushing liposyn injection.
Ladies with Bees made of silicon
Counting themselves among the slaying lexicon,
In negligence of the pains to reckon,
They do whatever it takes to be a beauty icon.
Smokers are liable to die young.
You ignores it as if it's written in ching-chong
Liposyn users are liable to kidney failure,
You ignore to prove your velour.
You are made from the best kit.
Don't risk it all for a ****
Stop thinking anticlockwise.
A word is enough for the wise.
Blessedinkz
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
They say love makes us do some crazy things
I just wish our lives intertwined
That'd be amazing
I'm like a dog with no bone or a cat without nip
A joke with no punch line or a wet floor that can't slip
I can't help it I'm crazy about you
You saved my life so you know I'd never doubt you
But I physically pain when you're away
I ache And hurt, and masquerade like I'm okay
And let's not even talk about hormonal situations
I said you're my superwoman, but even I need saving
I get it, you have responsibilities and stuff to maintain
But me without you is simply insane
I can't stand to think of someone else holding your hand it eats me up inside and today I woke up with tears in my eyes...
disguised as laughter and jokes
I'm like a nicotine head trying to cover up that he smokes
Or Tommy Chong taking Vicadin when we all know he tokes
Or a crack addict with no pipe
a straw with no berry
You're the Apple of my eyes but they close day by day... And it's scary
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
*Have you ever felt the sting
Of the ring a ling a ding ****
Or heard a sound so chilling
As a wag a lag a wig wam
As it stopped you in your tracks
With its ding a ling a bing ****
Knowing you'll never make it back
From the slap a jack a sing song
Still you try with all your might
With a rack a lack a ching chong
And that is when you find
Your back attack is long gone*
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
I couldn't wake up by a cappuccino today
Took me a red bull, one pink and purple stacker - from stop n shop. And a cup of coffee, Now I'm ******* my head off, hands are shaky, eyes tired, got more energy than an American stripper. And trying to ease down, just not happening. Like Chong said to cheech- You took the wrong stuff man, the wrong stuff,the wrong stuff. This bites!
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Just business
That's all it is
Y las puertas del infierno
Is who you working with
See that corpse
It's been reanimated
It's under my control
Young trucos the greatest
Money gangs
Are all around
So ah jacker get no sleep
That's how we get down
It's World War C
To pay for the sequel
Muthufuckers getting smoked
And that's what it equals
Estoy arriba
From that Cheech and Chong
Badass joint so I can work on my song
Top half black Chucks
And some black bandannas
My face like ah stoke
Got the black ski mask
Es como yo trabajo
Rappers getting guerra
Con palabra los mato
That's ah deadline
I'm ah make em me
If not they get found
******* dead in the street
I got weapons and tactics
I deploy on you
Situation getting happy
With that sinister crew
Out of the blue
Here come the Tommy guns
We're just getting started
But you've already done
I got weapons and tactics
Specialized
To hit you with ah bullet
in between your eyes
Bye Bye
It's not ah lullaby
It's ah walk by shooter
On the enemy side
Ese cut throat game
That we play
Vatos get cut almost everyday
Mis pensamientos
Son controlados por mi
Cause from the track come on
I'm all you see
I'm still here
After all these years
Won't think ah different knowledge
Cause you in my peers
That's why I feed
Ese on the weak
I tear em up to shreds
seven days ah week
So behind
The closed doors where I be
I plan murders on the enemy
All my tactics learned
I stuff em in ah truck
Then watch em burn
Gang banging .usica
Got you ducking vatos
limo cause I'll shoot at ya
Exhale beyond Aztec kingdom
I'm on another planet
Coming back to get ya
I got weapons and tactics
I deploy on you
Situation getting happy
With that sinister crew
Out of the blue
Here come the Tommy guns
We're just getting started
But you've already done
I got weapons and tactics
Specialized
To hit you with ah bullet
in between your eyes
Bye Bye
It's not ah lullaby
It's ah walk by shooter
On the enemy side
The pistol booming
I'm mind consuming
Sleep walking out your door
What the **** you doing!
Totalitarian this regime
I pulled up just to strangle the scene
I'm sixteen Ese from their ice
Cause I'm muthufucking tweaking for the rest Of the night all night You meet zombie naco
No vacation this Nal Cabo
I'm one In ah ******* million
So know it well
With who your dealing
I indoctrinate Then I elevate
Then I go around the corner and move some weight So what you got
I got more than you
More than all you muthufuckas posted up in your tomb I lay seize
To any domain
Either you get down or
your team get slay
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC
I met her early on
Our journey became long
She gave me the gift of song
Held my hand and told me to come along
Woke me up like the bang of a gong
Fed me well to build me strong
She became the Cheech to my Chong
The King to my Kong
She even helped me to write my wrong
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I see worlds of demons and villians as I take my last breath
I avidly add adages to the words that I press
Each and everyday strewn and littered with stress
Life’s just a savage game of chess
A new beginning has been presented
With her gone it’s like I’m living out a life sentence
Never again will a person so perfect be invented
She truly had an awe inspiring presence
48
Living life with a newfound belligerence
Like a high off of ten different barbiturates
Today’s generation is filled with complete ignorance
This cypher shall be thy deliverance
Since her death I’ve been nothing but diffident
Like a lost dog, I’m timid
People have always seen me as quite different
But to that opinion, I’m indifferent
48
Life is all about mind over matter
Look at the wall covered with your brain splatter
On some Ice-T **** rhymes that blow your mind
True love is hard to find
Do you live life as you want to
Or do you follow everything society tells you
In the end society will destroy you
No matter what, stay true
48
Just rolled up, five & dime
Every morning, rise and grind
Now I’m flying away with Peter Pan
Gone, gone, gone away, Never Land
So here’s to another day
Another coffin rots away
Life’s just a game we play
Until God takes us away
48
Tomorrow is not a guarantee
When my mind is my purgatory
No soul can control me
Your word’s do nothing for me
Now you’re saying I’m your salvation
Who the hell are you? What’s your relation
I miss seeing her eyes ablaze with elation
Her death was my inevitable damnation
48
No matter where I am, I’m writing a verse
I’ve seen too many loved ones dead in a hearse
My heart golden, but my blood’s black
My thoughts stretch to oblivion, like you leg on the torture rack
Is this where I belong?
This is only the beginning, not a swansong
I’m bound to be bigger than King Kong
Free my mind, get ***** eyed like Cheech & Chong
48
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
first day of school
an im dressin fly
first day of school
an im ****** high
first day of school
an im lookin for my crew
cuz on the first day of school
we down to ride
i woke up in the morning
filled my lungs wit some smoke
i early morning ****
i just wanna blaze
**** my grades
i got straight A's in life
cuz i strive for the top
and think before i talk
cuz i walk the walk
straight in the front doors of the high school
pass the a cop in the hall ways
and im hella blazed
but he dont faze me
what he gonna taze me
cuz i smell like hella dank green
i got **** on me
half an ounce homie
and he can test me
ima cheat and pass it
homie sayin chech
so i sayin chong
and he pass it
so i hit it
till i die i ain't gonna quit it
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
It's been months since I've seen that beautiful smile, makes me gasp, reminiscing about your hugging and teasing
loving and squeezing.
Searching for the one that you loved.
But now all that I am is shoved to the back of your head.
Now, hatred,disgust and that feeling of loss of trust.
I am waiting for that day until you realize
yesterday is dead;
I shed a tear
but eventually you will remember that that California bed that we once lied in will come back.
But not after that lying, mistrust and lost of integrity that I regretfully placed upon thee
I was the puff to your high, the Cheech to my Chong.
The lazy days the way you looked at me,
tears running down my face simultaneously.
The touch is gone, the feelings moved on.
I've made mistakes in the past
I want to believe I still got a reason.
All I want to do it make it last,
but so long
it's all in the past.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
said id hit you up in the morning its been 3 after the dawning and i am the sun just rising yawning,Mama Africa's children keep spawning..grow be smart try to keep in mind the world your in..man didn't save his soul because of sin its the slavery were in they've enslaved us and their kin..dey must be on that hog steady drinking gin...sky juice will have you deeper then..the price of a mine filled with the souls of 100 fold 100 gold seeking men...see when it comes to speech I can..i'll run bars pass a million stars in China land..smoking on dat cheech and chong screaming kanechi wung..grabbing the finest asian chick and pulling tongue...woa-dei sound the gong..rappin ill **** i get an A u get a B and **** you stung..all the girls say **** the boi is hung...shoot out ya left eye and poke ya lung..when i touch rhymes all thats left is stun
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:04 AM UTC
I spit catastrophes rapidly
Leave you a fatality
Innocent by reason of insanity
Clearing my head on this balcony
Disgusted by society
Where you gain respect by committing acts, of notoriety
My mind does nothing but fight me
Everyoneelse thinks I’m off the deep end, crazy
**** around and you’ll become the topic of discussion
Love and corruption, sin and seduction
Society is the definition of corruption
All people do is make assumptions
Born into a corrupt world, ****** up ****
Always keep the purple lit
Got Alice, Cheshire Cat, and The Caterpillar toking it
If you talk **** you’re bound to get hit
In life will all have a different philosophy
Every other man claiming a prophecy
All politicians speak is ******** dishonesty
No one cares that our children are corrupted by technology
Here’s to another day
Another coffin rots away
Life’s just a game we play
Until God takes us away
A new beginning has been presented
Just looking at me, can you tell I’m demented
Her death I could’ve prevented
Now my legacy is cemented
Life is something we can never rehearse
I’ve seen too many loved ones dead in a hearse
My heart golden, but my blood’s black
She always stole my breath like an asthma attack
So is this where I belong
Cause at this point everything’s going wrong
One day I’ll be bigger than King Kong
Free my mind, get ***** eyed like Cheech & Chong
Tomorrow is not a guarantee
When my mind is my purgatory
No one can control me
Your words do nothing for me
Now you’re saying I’m your salvation
Who the hell are you? What’s your relation
I miss seeing her eyes ablaze with elation
Her death was my inevitable damnation
Since her death I’ve been nothing but diffident
Like a lost dog, I’m timid
I’ve always been seen as different
But to that opinion, I’m indifferent
Living life with a newfound belligerence
Like a high off of ten different barbiturates
Today’s generation is filled with nothing but ignorance
This cypher shall be thy deliverance
Life is all about mind over matter
Look at the wall covered with your brain splatter
All because these rhymes blew your mind
I’m a rapper of a different kind
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
Excuse me, Ma’am, but do you accept rent
in the form of formless loose poetry?
no?
I guess that makes me the jack ***
Prometheus stole fire from the Gods for us
we re-gifted it for a pair of Nikes
sorry
but ******* don’t we look like hot **** hot shots?
you look good in those clothes
and I can say whatever you tell me to
in a way that sounds almost original
for just a taste of Eve
her kisses taste like bad apples
and I think I’m in love
I think I’m drowning because I forgot how to swim
Nobody wants to listen
we all just want it to be our turn
our turn to cry and make a ******* scene in the grocery store
no I’m not as high as I look
I am way higher
Cheech and Chong? Honk on my pipe of poison
then we can all get goofy paranoia
don’t escort me out of the Garden
it’s cold out there and I’m scared
beneath this mask of calculated courage
all of our friends exceeded the recommended dosage of cough syrup
so they bob and weave through my toy box
with eyes never fully open
**** it, right?
anybody can buy white powder, mirrors, and razors
but not everybody can’t
that’s funny… isn't it?
waiting on the heels of my next paycheck
because hotpockets aren't cutting it anymore
and jah never paid the bills
the lights in my room are burned out
and it is so ******* dark
just close your eyes
run from the monsters which own the shadows
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Stealing my breath on a summer night
Youthful in the dusk and wise on the stars
Driving out with pillows and blankets in the back of the truck
Now, her smile warms my freeze
Easily holding me as I regain feeling in the form of tears
You, you and I~
Loving through the strokes of the clock
Echoing the newest learned song between the walls
Arching, moaning, coming- close
Neighbors can easily hear you and T and A
Netflix binges and night holds
Edward Elric and Alphonse are on a scroll hanging on the wall
Ching chong and she still believes Asia speaks one language
Love-with a little bit of lust some could say
I waited so long for the 'i' so I could say 'I love you and you love me'
Fighting for yourself and being my tough one when I'm away
Freedom. Yep. #YOLO #sorrynotsorry #Free
Orchard is a part of Washington State as you taught me
Running can't quite be a thing, but derby is
Dedicating my life to you. Then, now, forever.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
I met a man in 2007 and his name was George
Out side the liquor store he sang songs he loved
I remember his face from another place
He was gentle and kind
He liked to get high
We struck up a friendship
He would talk sing and quote poetry
I would aim my cameras and be quite knowingly
He would always invite me for the game.
The Riders were always part of his fame.
Things were always good at the Merle Household
We made videos on youtube.
George liked his fame on the tube.
His favourite was Cheeche and Chong and Daves not here.
It has been a year now since George passed away.
I miss you George.
I often read your poetry I even post it on line.
I hope you don't object to that.
George yes you were divine.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
A happy 18th birthday to Jireh Hong
Who I can proudly say is an amazing ching-chong.
She talks all four corners from food to Grande,
about her amazing voice, not the Starbucks sized latte.
Speaking of drinks, milk tea is her crave,
An hourly dose to satisfy her own rave.
Passing two tests, she is now a pro-status artist in UP,
Not to mention merging art and sport to move on stage gracefully.
The Year of Seven was our first encounter,
Memorable it was, I clearly remember.
During that year there was a game on my birthday
too bad we lost pretty bad, so she cried on that day.
Today, I remember the last thing she did,
She slapped me so hard that even Krisa hid.
From Seven until today there were plenty of memories.
Memories that turned Legendary from mere simple stories.
When I was in Rage Mode, and people wanted to hide,
you were of the few who were helping on the side.
Hashtag specific, this is really all I have to say.
Patiently praying, patiently waiting every single day.
Your height, your might, and your appetite,
They give me insane amounts of fright.
But FACT: It is your heart, that I can say with ease,
that is as big or bigger than any of these.
So for crying out loud, stop working out,
Ya don't need it, gimme the benefit of the doubt.
So go enjoy your music and milk tea
AKA Hang Out more (hehe) with friends and family.
You deserve it hundred percent all the way
So thank you, I wish you a happy birthday.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
A boxy adapter with rounded edges
Manufactured to channel power—and yet,
Power that is not theirs. Only to channel it
To channel my Windows to the world
To close their Great Wall on our
Silicon valleys?
AC currents charging this Stylish Design i7
Distracting me
From the Capitalist-embodying communism
Red ruling over depths of blue
Screens, screens of bluelight-damaging sight
The sight to sea beyond
What goes South out to see
Pulling the plug on our freedom of type type type
Keep your distance—we can power your technology.
With Ching chong net worth, networks, and netted to worthless than
The need to work, school, hopes
and dreams.
Velcro strap, bundling up wire after wire after
They wiretapped their way
Through our bluescreen pristine.
Censorship, the anti-coronavirus
But virus? We don’t need your quarantine.
Now over 99%, fully charging us all.
For the mediocre price of freedomless speech
Who is in charge?
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 8:22 AM UTC
Smoking, Choking, smoking, choking... I love **** yes indeed, I love **** yes i do... Keep my cool with Mary Jane, don't act a fool cuz my brains maintained... You pass me a joint, I'd rather smoke a blunt, you pass me a pipe, I'd rather smoke a **** let's jus get high like Cheech and Chong take a couple hits an it won't take long till our feelings start to change an we all get along... She's not a problem maker, she's jus problem solver, so let's all have a blast, forget about the past, have a smoke session an smoke a blunt or two, but pass it to the left, cuz the right is wrong!!
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC