Array ( [sid] => 185124 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Joint [time] => 2018-05-15 15:33:29 [hometext] => This is a fictional poem and I believe that smoking marijuana is wrong, except for medicinal purposes. [bodytext] => When my wife found my pot, she thought it was tea.
And her employer fired her after he made her pee.
My dad caught me when I smoked my very first joint.
He blistered my buttocks, he wanted to make a point.
He also gave me a lecture about how dope users never win.
The next week he caught me smoking pot and he blistered my butt again.
When he was done, my butt was bright red.
He spanked me so hard that my butt bled.
He thought that I/'/d quit because twice I was caught.
He thought that I/'/d stop smoking weed but I did not.
I no longer pay for marijuana because I grow my own.
The cops just found it and I/'/ll lose all that I/'/ve grown.
The cops are confiscating my crop and they/'/re arresting me.
I/'/ll see you in ten years because that/'/s when I will be set free. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 115 [topic] => 7 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Joint


Joint
Date: Tuesday, 15th May 2018 @ 03:33:29 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: randyjohnson
When my wife found my pot, she thought it was tea.
And her employer fired her after he made her pee.
My dad caught me when I smoked my very first joint.
He blistered my buttocks, he wanted to make a point.
He also gave me a lecture about how dope users never win.
The next week he caught me smoking pot and he blistered my butt again.
When he was done, my butt was bright red.
He spanked me so hard that my butt bled.
He thought that I/'/d quit because twice I was caught.
He thought that I/'/d stop smoking weed but I did not.
I no longer pay for marijuana because I grow my own.
The cops just found it and I/'/ll lose all that I/'/ve grown.
The cops are confiscating my crop and they/'/re arresting me.
I/'/ll see you in ten years because that/'/s when I will be set free.

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