Stoner Poem

fourteen down and two to go
i've had to much im gonna blow
the floor is spinning make it stop
i am a fish i flip i flop
the last one is what did me in
the vomit drizzles down my chin
the night is young so lets enjoy
the beer bong is my newest toy

my stomach's empty yet once again
i wrap some tinfoil round' my pen
i slide it off and crimp the end
rinse repeat and do again
i hear some bubbles in the distance
my friend steps over sayin 'you got to hit this'
one puff two puffs three puffs gone
for one last time i hit the bong.

Parites from the yesteryear
Oh so fun, we had no fear
Bongs and pipes and beers galore
Suck it up or hit the floor