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