Smoke the PrezA 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
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Added on June 20, 2010 Last Updated on June 20, 2010 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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