The whacked up poem!

Some times when I'm alone,

I get very stoned;

Though stoned is the word,

It's more like 'Don't go playing with rocks'.

I took my daddy's gun,

and put it to my mouth;

But when I pulled the trigger I got a mouth full of mud,

Though mud is not the word,

I really must say;

The taste was rather nasty like sucking on a turd made of clay.

Lost some where in my room,

Is a bag with a plant;

I dared my friend to smoke it and he went 'BLAH';

We took him to the hostpital where the doctor said to me with a glare,

'Dont you know that cat nip is deadlier than weed?!'.

So now you know my story,

None of it is true,

But when you're cleaning all the toiletts you'd go crazy too.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Umm...
I was bored?
~*Brittany Ann Beasley*~
((dont remember day I wrote this))

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"Though stoned is the word,
It's more like 'Don't go playing with rocks'."

I really liked that. Good imagery!