the story of a stoner

The story of a STONER.

I am in love with

this small green bud

time has changed enough

and I cant party hard...

once they called me nerd

& now they add lazy

often when I find them

they pretend to be busy

I am a stoner

the ground,where I am from

hunger is certain here

being thirsty is norm

yes it choke my lung

when I try to inhale the peace

already stained my character

but I needed mental bliss

yes I dream a lot

but cant escape from reality

they do ****ing things

in the name of creativity

I m a stoner

illegal they call

trampled many homeless

when they were in alcohol

they say love the earth

but cover it with concrete

good things may arise in

mind ,when you hit

my learning sucks

when I try to explain the things

but as I got the green bud

I know how to add wings

yes we are stoner

often feel nervous in crowd

we love peace and

cant demand it loud