Smoke the Prez

Smoke the Prez

A Poem by Apparition

We need a new leader
A slick pick who hits reefer
Not another stale fill
Bill didn't inhale just like he didn't get his dick sucked
But who really gives a...damn
We need a president who smokes more chronic
than a resident of Amsterdam
And I don't mean a normal civilian
I mean the biggest pot head in the stoner pavilion
A dude who doesn't drop bombs, or bongs
Who doesn't chop heads, unless their chronic colas looking bomb
The tonic for this world is
a new set of world leaders
With red eyes and long hair unfurled

© 2010 Apparition


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Added on June 20, 2010
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Apparition
Apparition

five thousand two hundred and eighty away from waves



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A Poem by Apparition