Giraffe P***y

Giraffe P***y

A Poem by The Cunning Linguist
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Getting high as....

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Up inside this mammoth beast is how I'm gettin by,
my day at work was tough; the bowl is how I get a ride,
upon that magic school bus; destination is the sky,
my homie Spliff O'Piff' will drive and brake at ev'ry sign.

I'm higher than the p***y of a grown female giraffe,
that piff and sour mixed will surely own and nail your a*s,
against the wall and all slow motion; Morpheus and Trin,
with eyes so bloodshot red it's like a horse is in your skin,

but that will never do cause Mr. Ed aint high enough,
just climb up to a giraffe's twat and get inside inside the stuff,
ignore the funny smells and guaranteed you'll get the vibe,
of how I'm like Jeff Goldblum on these cats; I'm gettin fly.

So buckle up ya chinstrap n****s; training camp is here,
and while them dudes are hittin there's a crazy atmosphere,
occuring in my brain but I don't let it suck me up,
I spark until the mammal twat proceeds to f**k me up.

The Cunning Linguist
©2013

© 2014 The Cunning Linguist


Author's Note

The Cunning Linguist
Anyone out there that smokes weed knows exactly what this piece is about.

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and that was some funny s**t

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on July 27, 2014
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Tags: Poetry, Marijuana, Weed, Blazing, Getting High, Wordplay

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The Cunning Linguist
The Cunning Linguist

Wanaque, NJ



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Born & raised in Newark, NJ, T.C.L. started writing poetry at age 14 and continues to let a wide variety of topics influence his writing and is not afraid to tell it how he feels it, no matter who get.. more..

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