Can't We All Just Get A Bong?

Can't We All Just Get A Bong?

A Poem by Miles

"Pardon me, deary, but why are you crying?"

"They stole it from us!
They stole our precious!"

"Here, deary, hit this."

And so Deary did
And from that moment
Deary went off to catch a fish
And sing about it

"My kind sir, why are you grovelling
At this degenerate waste disposal unit?"

"My bird is dead!
And it's all my fault.
Lettin' that pirate babysit and all."

"My kind sir,
Take a hit."

And so he did
And from that moment
He pulled out a violin
And flitted a little ditty about ol' Crow

"Your Infernal Majesty,
Why are you sobbing
Upon this lake of fire?"

"The trees!
O, the trees!
They themselves were screaming
At my ghastly countenance."

"My Infernal King,
Take a hit."

And so He did
And from that moment
He ascended once more
Into heavenly reunion

© 2011 Miles


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Author

Miles
Miles

Darmsheim, Badem-Würtemberg, Germany



About
I'm American, I was born in Japan, and have since traveled to many different states and countries. I'm an Athiest and an Existentialist and I prefer the Multiple Big Bang theory. I play guitar, and .. more..

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A Poem by Miles