Twelve

let's go smoke under the Willow Tree

we can kill a blunt or two or three

we can hide ourselves in a smokey fog

and write poetry for an unread blog

let's go light up near Vietnam 

maybe we can hit Andres bong

actually, is there any chance

that we can break out our old friend Lance?

let's get turnt up on a Monday night

"Make sure its burns even!" "Pass me a light."

"Nah! Dude, I had to it started to canoe"

And off go The Smartest Idiots I know

It's my turn.  Puff. Puff. Pass Then slow blow

We circle a straight up cigar of a blunt

and slowly get turned down for what

Eleven

Shout out to 

The Smartest Idiots That I know

They function high. 

High functioning on molly, shrooms, and blow

They argue. They yell.

They spit and they swear

Hate 'em or love 'em

I promise...

They don't care

Honey, do not judge them

for the things they do.

Instead, open your mind

You could learn a thing or two

You see, they're happier than you

They're living wild and free.

And all things considered,

that doesn't seem so bad to me.

But you can turn your nose

and walk away

Its your loss.

Just don't complain 

in ten years

when one of them's 

your boss.

Ten

She had sad eyes. Sad eyes.

She hid them quite well

But he knew her face

With one look he could tell

She had sad eyes holding tears

The tears started to swell

One dropped on her cheek

She whispered, "I feel weak"

He replied, "Child, Its okay

Sometimes we all feel that way"

And she laughed - slow and pained

He could tell her happiness was feigned

Then she looked up with her sad eyes

And quietly said, "Everyone I love...

...dies"

Nine

There is a future beyond this place

of shot glasses and skipped classes

of weed in the halls from ripped waterfalls

of asshole guys and gaps between thighs

of heels and blisters, copped feels and whistlers 

of street fights and crazy nights

of domeless nails and tared scales

of dabheads and unfamiliar beds

of drop outs and lip pouts
 lost souls 

 forgotten goals

blunt wraps

"I'd tap that"

zeds dead

black and red

gpen

peace love zen

Take me back to the time when

we were just innocent children

watching the clouds in the sky

never thinking of getting high

But were older now, you see

And we were taught by Lucy

that there are diamonds in the air

and you can try them if you dare

So embrace these crazy college years

rid yourself of all your fears

and try to make these moments last

 soon these moments will just be the past

so join me and raise a drink

to all the foolish people who think

we're ruining our lives with alcohol and weed

can't wait to watch them watch us succeed

Eight

drugged out child, lying in her bed

X's on her hand and a pounding in her head

everyone remembers everything that she does not

a hangover and pictures are the only things she's got

so close your eyes child, you've had a long night

wake up tomorrow morning, everything will seem alright

Seven

Pump me full of poison

let it flow freely through my veins

let it wash out all

the regrets

the stresses,

the hurts

and pains.

Fill me up with fantasy

lungs with smoke,

eyes: saline tears

as I exhale let the smoke

take with it all my fears.

Pump me full of poison

I want the trip.

I'll take the fall

Honey, don't you know the highs

make the lows worth it all.

Fill me up with fantasy

I need a break.

I need to chill

 the little jitters and rushes and waves

Its a drug-induced thrill.

Pump me full of poison

I promise...

 Its just a phase

I'm not dying. I'm just enjoying

my short lived drug craze.

Six

You smile

                         wide.

 You fear it

                         all.

   Breathe in.

      Breathe out.

  Chest rise.

  Chest fall.

                     Rest your droopy lids

                                                  over empty eyes

                   And wait until your

               last

                              breath

                                               dies.