I'm not much of an artist but when i'm flat out bored this stuff happens The ear the ear, it makes you hear, sometimes it makes you drop a tear, one day its well, one day its not, one day you wish you had some pot, some are small, some are grand, some the shape, of someones hand, some are keen, some are bliss, be right back, i take a piss, ok now, so where were we, where you going? whats your hurry, come on in, have a seat, heres a friend, you'd like to meet, they know you're in, they know you're near, they know you're close, cus' they can hear. -Chris The Don EDIT* if i wasnt high, why would i be writing about a poem about an ear
that's a good poem, it made me spark up a joint and another poem 2 go with yours: my eyes can see you hearing me burning trees with utmost glee I have the weed for those in need but ill give seed to those with greed we are here here is now no need to fear under your brow here is my light for it is night and i shall give my gift of sight