Several
stoners smoked a sack, several
stoners rolled a bat. They threw
down some pot and hash, several
hours finally passed. Several

grams went in the air, several
hands held joints and squares. Many
people didn’t care if they brought
home bud they’d brought there. Several

Space Rock grams were melted. Crystals,
bud and hash were smelted. Several
long-term friendships welded. Yes, my
stoner suit’s tight-belted. P.P.

D. has purple terples. Cracked a
Purp Nurp, took me several slurples.
Then I spoke like Steven Urkel.
My head spun in several circles.