Put that in your pipe and smoke it

22 Feb


What is this stuff

that makes me so numb?

You can roll it, and burn it

and it makes you feel dumb?

Wow that sounds great

sure, you can sign me up.

I love wasting my time

who’s got the hook-up?

Only have to meet a stranger

with a pocket full of cash?

Then hope for the best

he won’t rob and kick my ass?

Geez, and all this time

I’ve been playing it safe.

I was told it would kill me

when I was just a small waif.

Young and naive

I listened to the warning.

Come to find,

my life was just boring?

Inhaling tons of food.

“Where the hell are my keys?”

I swear I’d go crazy

If I wasn’t so “at ease.”

On second thought.

I think I might pass.

I happen to like how I am…

without any grass.


© 2018 Joseph Emerson @





Posted by on February 22, 2018 in poetry, writing


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20 responses to “Put that in your pipe and smoke it


    February 22, 2018 at 6:18 pm

    Excellent! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Diane Griffin

    February 23, 2018 at 9:45 am

    Cool poem!

    I have good friends who feel like they’re better writers stoned. I’m not one of those people. I like the stuff, but a little goes a long way, and I can’t live my life high, as some do. I don’t have the gene or whatever it is that allows one to function in that state. My experience is a lot like what your poem describes.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      February 23, 2018 at 10:21 am

      I used to live every moment of everyday like that. I was definitely functional but now it makes me super paranoid and spaced. I don’t discriminate or hate on it…. I’m just all sober and righteous now haha

      Liked by 1 person

  3. thisgirlcalledmindy

    February 23, 2018 at 2:04 pm

    I enjoyed reading this. Gave up that stuff on 4/28/2016 and haven’t touched it since. I still don’t get anything done though, just can’t blame it on the weed anymore. Sigh.

    Liked by 2 people

    • Joseph Emerson

      February 23, 2018 at 4:17 pm

      Ha yeah I gave up drinking as well and when I kept doing some of the same crazy stuff I was like.. oh no now what do I use as an excuse for my behavior lol

      Liked by 2 people

  4. Ali Grimshaw

    February 23, 2018 at 8:12 pm

    Clever, and left me smiling.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. aguycalledbloke

    February 24, 2018 at 6:06 am

    Truly excellent – by the way – l have just nominated your blog for the Sunshine Blogger’s Award 2018


    Liked by 1 person

    • Joseph Emerson

      February 24, 2018 at 8:15 am

      Thank you so much for nominating me. I am truly flattered. I have decided to no longer answer awards though, only because I had missed a few nominations from others and I feel it would be unfair if I did some and not others. Thank you, thank you, thank you,

      Liked by 1 person

  6. purplepeninportland

    February 24, 2018 at 8:29 pm

    Many years past the 60’s, I cannot tolerate smoking anymore. I am not sorry for the times that I did!
    Cool poem!

    Liked by 2 people

    • Joseph Emerson

      February 24, 2018 at 9:04 pm

      Thank you. I had commented to others about this, I lived on it for all of my 20’s and then it turned on me. So did the drinking. Now, all sober and righteous (totally mocking) I thought it would be funny to write about it. I smelled it and started to crave it… figured if I occupied myself the urge would go away. Thank you for reading. Glad you enjoyed it.

      Liked by 2 people

  7. Forestwood

    February 28, 2018 at 10:40 pm

    I like your poem and admirable message in it too. I hope you consider joining my poetry challenge!! I feel like you’d have some excellent contributions!

    Liked by 1 person


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