Stoners live and stoners die, but in the end we all get high, so is in life you dont succeed, fuck it all an' smoke some weed!!! Send this poem to a friend 1 Said a dainty young whore named Miss Meggs, "The men like to spread my two legs, Then slip in between, If you know what I mean, And leave me the white of their eggs." Send this poem to a friend 2 There was a young man from Bellaire Who was screwing his girl on the stair. But the banister broke, So he doubled his stroke, And finished her off in mid-air. Send this poem to a friend 3 Drink I fell in love with a dry martini But now she`s gone And passed away... Or rather, passed right through me. After that, I drank some coffee So momentarily I found sobriety She made me high She gave me kicks She made me ill I was only six! © 1989 Peter Hughes. Sent by Pete Hughes Send this poem to a friend 4 The Very Very Untitled Poem To you I write this poem of nonsense My back is aching, my shoulders, tense My R.S.I. is D.O.A. Q.E.D. I.Q. O.K. My temper frayed, about to snap I am the king of talking crap I try to do the best I can I`m worse than David Letterman! I watch TV to ease the friction Of this internet addiction But to my dismay, I find I cannot leave the net behind The world wide web calls to me Like a mermaid siren in the cyber-sea. Like watching "Twin Peaks", I`ve lost the plot I`ve been writing for weeks and this is all I got. With liquid refreshment as my inspiration Just cider that`s been through refrigeration Talkin` `bout my generation. Pen to paper. Fingers on the keyboard. Makes no difference. I`m still bored. Light goes on if you pull the cord Which payment plan can I afford? Eat ice cream with some toffee fudge "Robot" is the Czech word for "drudge". I, robot. I scream! Never mind. It doesn`t matter I eat and drink and just get fatter Excuse my ramblings. Now, I`ll cease. And leave you lot in peace ;~) © 1999 Peter Hughes Sent by Pete Hughes Send this poem to a friend 5
