Live Stoner Chat My poems about people here + General Creative poem work

So I just met a guy who goes by pop22
I'm hiding out in the growroom in need of a poo.

Pop22 he likes to shoot rifles, he's a big guy he longs to eat trifles
Touching his barrel and stroking his stock, drooling tremendously alover his cock.

Cured afghani hash sliding over my gash
I think pop should order some seeds from flash.

Playing with his pellets and other airsoft toys
Pop22 runs around shooting the boys

He's kind at heart and means no harm
How can you confuse his cock with his arm

Pop22 what a wonderful grower, all round auto seed sowwer

:)

I'm rusty and need to get back on form.


Shall I continue my poem blabber yes or no?
 
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