A Stoner's Diary: Entry #1

A Poem by BMTH

Weed is great

Ive had my eye on her since the first day of highschool. The, hot, Ms. M. Jane. She was a teacher at the school. Kids had mixed opinions on her tho. Some people told me she’s the sweetest most beautiful thing on this earth, while yet others say she’s the devil herself. But one thing stood true. She was hot. I always wanted to talk to her but could never work up the courage… I saw her everyday walk past me in the halls. Saw her smile. Her laugh. And that is when I decided I had to talk to her. I go to her as if asking for help and her voice was so sweet it calmed me to the bone. After fumbling through a conversation and giving up I turn to leave but stop to ask her one last question: “What does the M stand for Ms. Jane?” “Mary. My name is Mary Jane” she said with a smile, and as I walked out of the room, I suddenly realized ; I’m in love with Mary Jane.