In a world where munchies reign supreme,
I light up my joy with a flick of the flame,
And with one little puff, the laughter doth stream,
I giggle at clouds and marvel at dreams,
As I ponder the deepness of chocolate chip fame,
While my couch embraces me, calling my name.
Oh, sweet cannabis, you weave such a spell,
With friends by my side, and wide-open eyes,
We make deep connections—oh, can’t you tell?
“Is a hotdog a sandwich?” we ponder with sighs,
As I request snacks from the fridge, rank and fell,
And devour all chips while my buddy just cries.
While I seek enlightenment with each tasty bite,
The universe smiles, and my worries depart,
All existential thoughts take off into flight,
Like my remote control, which now plays a part,
In a quest for the chill on this fine, cosmic night,
As I debate with the couch on the meaning of art.
With laughter and snacks, we pass time like kings,
But soon come the giggles, the snorts, and the wheezes,
Our thoughts start to tumble, oh, what fun it brings,
As we ponder if plants have dreams and desires,
I attempt to pronounce “cannabis” as “candy bling,”
And my laughter erupts like fireflies and gleeful sneezes.
As the sun peeks through cracks, I ponder our fate,
Did we reach enlightenment, or just eat a pie?
Did I chat up a squirrel? I can’t contemplate,
But with every embrace from my sofa, oh my!
I declare to my friends, “Why is time so late?”
While they crack up with tears, saying, “Dude, just lie.”
So here’s to the whispers and giggles that flow,
To the bits of confusion that color our mirth,
As we bask in the glow of our leafy bestow,
And revel in memories that spark and give birth,
To laughter and joy, like a splendid, warm show,
Where the journey of cannabis leaves all in its girth.
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