Remember Me

A little poem about my life.

Everyday actions in life are stunts,
All can be accomplished by smoking a blunt.
So I want to tell you stories, stories of me
Stories of chillin, smokin trees.
See I once was here, but now Im not
I went away, to smoke some pot
I wrote this down to prove a point
That lifes a bitch, without a joint.
So now Im gone, but please dont cry
Cause Im in Heaven, still gettin high.
So as times goes on, you will see
That heaven is great and has better weed.
I know in time we will meet again
And smoke a fatty that never ends.
I am always watching and Im always there,
In your heart, soul and the weed smoke in the air.
So when your just chillin, watching T.V.,
Blaze a blunt, and remember me.