In a world where worries make us frown,
Being a stoner can turn that upside down.
With a puff and a pass, your troubles float away,
Who needs a therapist when you’ve got “Mary J”?
Snaccidents happen, oh what a delight,
A fridge full of munchies, all within sight.
From potato chips to a three-tiered cake,
Guilt goes up in smoke with each tasty break.
Your couch becomes thrones, you rule from your seat,
Watching the grass grow seems like quite the feat.
Conversations with plants can spark quite a debate,
“Do they hear us?” “Nah, but wouldn’t it be great?”
Creativity surges, like waves on the shore,
You paint with the colors you didn’t explore.
Doodles become masterpieces, or so you believe,
Turns out abstract art’s just a sloppy reprieve.
Being a stoner is more than just haze,
It's laughter and friendship in a hazy daze.
So light up your worries, let your spirits soar,
Embrace every giggle, and then ask for more!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
