Sex, drugs, “rock-in-roll.”

Speed, weed, birth-control,

First we live,

Then we die,

Fuck this world, let’s go get high,

Put the pot plant at my feet,

Put the paper in my hand,

I’ll roll my way to the Promised Land,

All you preps think your cool,

But then again, stoners rule!

I wrote this poem to make a point,

LIFE AIN’T SHIT WITHOUT A JOINT!