In search of snacks, the munchies start to call,
With every puff, my focus drifts away,
Forgot what I was doing—lost in my hall.
My friend just asked me who’s played in the ball,
I nod and smile, though I’m forced to play,
In search of snacks, the munchies start to call.
That bright green bud is worth its weight in thrall,
But when I lose my keys, I start to sway,
Forgot what I was doing—lost in my hall.
My cat stares hard, as if I’m in a brawl,
A battle of wits? I fear I can’t stay—
In search of snacks, the munchies start to call.
The couch becomes my throne, an endless sprawl,
As I debate if this is night or day,
Forgot what I was doing—lost in my hall.
So here’s to stonerdom—with its great downfall,
Embrace the haze, let’s laugh and be fray—
In search of snacks, the munchies start to call,
Forgot what I was doing—lost in my hall.
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