Spliff doer, stinkier than manure
My beur, can’t find one newer
She’s rolling while I’m playing computer in my room
She’s started doing glue without saying anything, as if I wouldn’t notice
She can keep swooning screw loose, long as she keeps screwing me
And rolling up five skinners to keep me fluid
She’s got two abusively hefty glutes
That really do it for me
Enough for two to get a handful, lunch isn’t free
She munches me like a Crunchy bar when she’s hungry with bud munchies
But in exchange she likes me buttmunching
Diced drugs like stew-ready onions
Wants them for nothing, calls me honey
Her mum’s still a student
Stewed being stupid on the Luas, struck by cupid
I reckon she’d be surprised how studious I can be
She’s a student of the D
But I’m high priest of the gee.
Alchemisland 
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