Ooddled Up
Total open bootle stroking.
Open toking...
To be broken,
Coping.
And ooddled up.
With the stuff.
Soaking near the ropes to toke.
And poking for some hope,
They cope and smoke...
Feeling dope!
To lube and idolize.
Too pooped to analyze,
The people.
Crunking with a blunt!
To lube and idolize.
Too pooped to analyze,
The people.
And peel we do,
With the tools.
Total open bootle stroking.
Open toking...
To be broken,
Coping.
And ooddled up.
With the stuff.
Crunked with their blunts...
And bumping.
Humping, dump and crumping.
Crunked with their blunts...
And bumping.
Humping, dump and crumping.
Soaking near the ropes to toke.
And poking for some hope,
They cope and smoke...
Feeling dope!
Crunked with their blunts...
And bumping.
Humping, dump and crumping.
Total open bootle stroking.
Open toking...
To be broken,
Coping.
And ooddled up.
With the stuff.
To lube and idolize.
Too pooped to analyze,
The people.
Crunking with a blunt!
To lube and idolize.
Too pooped to analyze,
The people.
And peel we do,
With the tools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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