Fumbling for my lighter, as the clock strikes the hour,
One hand on the snacks, I suddenly feel power.
Rituals commence, the pipes and papers flow,
The sweet scent of ganja, stealing the show.
Two puffs for my soul, and one for my brain,
Ode to the green god, dispelling my pain.
Let’s spark up some laughter, with friends all around,
You know at 4:20, joy is profound!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
