You were once a big old Bud. I just broke off a little nug. To keep you fresh, I bagged you up. Stashed you away, for times more tough.
You’ve been hiding over a year. But finally your time is near. I’m out of Bud but never fear. I’m sure that little bud is here.
First I’ll check in the sock drawer, I stashed it there I’m pretty sure. I hunt and hunt and hunt some more. Maybe I smoked you all before.
I know you’re here, you must be. I’m good at this you can’t beat me. I’m gonna find you, you will see. “There you are” I scream with glee.
Now we’ve finished with the hunt. I’ll break some off the little runt. Chop some up to roll a blunt. And burn one down, sat out the front.
Perhaps I’ll roll one more for fun. I check the bag, your almost done! Please forgive me little one… I rolled again, and now there’s none.
-Created for The Flux Tribe 420 Show
