My hand hurts, from doing the deed!
Rolling joints and smoking weed.
My head is light, my eyes are red.
The cops show up to search the crib,
they search the place from front and back.
The puppy lays on my black bag.
They praised the dog for what she found!
I had to turn the music down.
William J. Roney III
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