(This post is dedicated to my younger brother, who's birthday is today, and who's absence would result in the inexistence of chopaholics)
1st Gen: APRIL 11-2022 ONE YEAR AGO EXACTLY IRONICALLY
When my lips touch your mouthpiece
I feel as if you’ve unclipped my leash
Set me free, eyes low
Deep breath in, exhale slow
Now I soar
Above the acme of the sky
I want more
God I’m so high
School is done
Let’s have some fun
The beginning of the rest of my day has begun
I have no fear, when you are near, a smoky and stoney atmosphere
Oh Rick and morty bong, the day is long, but you keep me moving, keep me strong
2nd Gen: APRIL 11- 2023- (AFTER BECOMING A POET)
A The tattooed chamber fills with swirling smoke
B Tattooed in a crude Rick and Morty sheath
A Such a design-nothing short of baroque.
B So to hide the dirty glass underneath
C Quickly exhaling my coveted snap
D Made possible by my green leashed lighter
C Resting in my corduroy covered lap
D Opposable thumbs flick the igniter
E Fill to the brim, the puffy round bowl piece
F Green and brown become orange then empty
E Particles dissolve releasing world peace
F Never not counting down to four twenty
<3 G Love you forever, Rick and Morty bong
Hope you smoked FAT for my brother today. April 11 is April 20 too.
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