An Ode to my Bong

            Got you at ozz-fest

      Roge called me a weed-snob

 I said Bleed! 'Cause Red-Eye's the best!

      Ergonomically designed to fit

     Your hand by intelligent people

   Who understand the need for that

             Perfect smoke.

             I lifted you up

       Admiring your paint work

Merged yellow and green, glossy sheen

    Curvaceous, glistening, mellow, you

   Seemed to shine above the rest. I smirk

At the blonde dread-locked clerk who said he

              Felt the same.

             Worth every penny

        Award-winning plants have

 Graced your gauzes. My mouth waters

   White-Widow, Mazar, the Lights, K2

    Some Blueberry and those delicious

  Grown-for-the-causes! Packed into my

              Phaser bong.

               Completely perfect

              Each blast utopia

      Shot past my lips when my finger tip

       Lifts it's ignite. Hit dizzy heights  

          Creative senses awakening.

          Sensimilla clouds of THC

              Release me.



*a/n happy birthday to me! it really snuck up on me this year (yikes)

         anyway… *have skunk: will create* :-) smiles all round.

inspired by my beautiful Red-Eye Phaser, which I love dearly, in case you haven't noticed.