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