Alchemisland

Must be back home 

Never been higher than I was in the Shire 

Behind Maggot’s byre we set a joint afire

I’m sent, more tree than Ent 

Smoking it down to the end 

Bilblowback Bongins, monged out with elves 

Never took L’s in the misty mountain dells

Ganjdalf is the one who sells 

Must be Frodo how I’m at bag end 

Face sting blue when Orcs hit ends

Lord of the tings 

Even smoke the twigs 

Return of the king

Size skins

I’m Arkenstoned 

In the hot box of Tom Bongathrill

More za than mithril in Moria

Hog it, smoke surrounds you Balrog

It’s all mine, this whole mine

Third age it’s about time

Smoke in the eyes blind waking in more doors 

More acrid vapors than the vents around Gorgoroth

Awkward mate but you look like an orc 

Parents got the Morgul stork 

Into my gob I lob eight joints, Shelob

Legs until I’m blotto sprawled out slob

My own ganja I bought from the Gaffer 

He’s a Gamgee, genetic ganjist gardener

My cheeks get rosy when the smokey bowls me 

Lemon haze is sour man, Saruman 

has a firm tongue with Wormtongue 

Rohan how I horse loads of it in

Battering ram how I Gondor

Ar me rothar, as me bosca 

Big booty elves that Bilbo fuck with

Ain’t a busker but I got a case for coins

Place by the sea, I’m the black Numenoreans 

Wondering if I’m human 

Every movement with an audience 

Celeborn to be wild, to get fried 

Grey havens when I die 

Green cravings every hour.