its the end of a good weekend and im chillin with some mates havin a blaze, then i suddenly feel like pickin up a pad and a pen, this is after like a half ounce of white widow. all ctritisicm is welcome. keep in mind this is the first time ive ever tried to write poems before and ive lost the poems so these are as close as i can remember enjoy: im sat here smokin, now u know i aint jokin, so once i start tokin, it feels like my soul has awoken. as my vision starts to glaze, so in my mind i can see past the haze, for my kind, The human race must discover how to face, the problems inherant with this place, but through this drug smoked across the nation, i hear the roar of a new generation, ready, waitin, in preparation tonight i will take some ecstasy, tonight i will fulfil the prophecy, that was once told to me. that with pure mdma my mind will be set free, my inhibitions will leave me, and il forget the daily grind, the trap which is societies bind, so do me no wrong, just pass round the bong, let us join as if we were a tribe, and lets spread this good vibe. Yo ollie i know you aint no wollie, now i aint gonna say please, or get down and beg on my knees, just pass me the bong, quick as a breeze. i look forward to hearing your thoughts on these ryhmes.