In haze of smoke, my worries float away,
The world's a canvas, and I'm the Picasso;
With munchies calling, who needs to diet, hey?
Each laugh erupts, a giggle gone astray,
Conversations dip, and logic starts to slow,
In haze of smoke, my worries float away.
What’s wrong with talking to your pet all day?
They listen well, their wisdom starts to grow;
With munchies calling, who needs to diet, hey?
My couch and I—dare I say it’s a ballet,
As I weave through snacks like a pro, in tow;
In haze of smoke, my worries float away.
Life’s quirks become a wondrous cabaret,
With every thought, I put on quite a show;
With munchies calling, who needs to diet, hey?
So light it up and let the good vibes stay,
Embrace the bliss that every toker knows;
In haze of smoke, my worries float away,
With munchies calling, who needs to diet, hey?
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
