You’ll Have to Elope

I smell like weed, though I’ve never once smoked it;
I slept in the bed where some Major Ed toked it—
My nose runs, my head throbs like a hammering migraine;
I just can’t give my blessing to your girl Mary Jane.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. readinpleasure
    Jan 07, 2014 @ 12:46:45

    Happy New Year!


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