Children of The Snow

The winter Lonley and depressing, For some, True; this may be. As for the children of the snow, There is no other place for us to be, Those who snowboard, And those who ski. For us, Some things we need, we need our snow. We need our weed. Go to the mountain, Hide in the trees. This is the part, Which no one sees. Take off your boards, Prop them up in the snow, This is the most comfortable, Trust us, we know. We kick back, To our "BUD" we turn, We look at him and say, "Hey man, Let's burn!!!" Sometimes we pack a bowl, Maybe we'll take a bong, But with a fat fuckin' "j" You can't go wrong. we take the lighter, The spark lights the sky, We dont get too fucked up, Or else we might die. The Joint lights up, Such a pretty red. Visions of munchies, Dance through our head. We take a hit, We smoke and we smoke, Some people just chill, Others fuckin' choke. After a few hits, You start to get high, Then all logical thought, Seems to wave BYE-BYE. The joint gets smaller, You're left with a roach, How will you crutch it? What is your approach? You need a plan, So you think and you think, Man I need some water, I better get a drink. You finally crutch it, The joint is gone, Time to go ride, Time to move one.For my friends, The potheads. Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 08:13 AM PST    10 • 0 • 14