Inhale the clouds, my thoughts begin to sway,
With baggy eyes, I ponder life’s great schemes.
But soon, my brain just wanders far away,
While munchies pull me into tasty dreams.
Oh, where did I put that remote device?
The one that guards the world of endless shows?
I check the fridge for treats, oh so precise,
Yet all I find is just a jar of O’s.
My friends all laugh, "You’re lost in that haze!"
But I just smile, for joy is on the rise.
Yet why can’t I recall their names or faces?
Each giddy giggle hides a million sighs.
So here’s to stoner life, both sweet and strange,
Where wisdom’s lost, but chips will never change!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
