Ode to Grasshopper

Sep 30, 2003 17:20

Why do you sit, up on the wall...
while I sit down here hoping you'll fall.
You appeared one day, to our surprise,
and now I think of your demise.
I thought that smoke would surely bring you down.
That you'd get stoned and hit the ground.
But tight you clung to the wall.
DAMMIT WHY WON'T YOU JUST FALL!!
Alas, I give up, I can smoke no more.
The bastard outsmoked me.
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