Remember that guy who bought 45 tenths?
Walked out the store with his day supply spent.
Went to the ATM, got out some bread.
Into his wallet then straight out it went.

His day supply? It had just reset. His
unwavering high? It must be fed. With
flower and capsules and dabs to the head.
Persistent smoker. He would not relent.

Forty five jars in a box when he left. In
his china cabinet is where they were kept.
One by one, opened and smoked ’till they’re spent.
Each one, he’d clean and recycle. You bet.

This was a man with a mission in mind. To
buy all the indica flower he’d find.
Browsing the menu, he did take his time. Walked
out at 8:30, he got baked by 9.