420 FOREVER

For my grandmas 70th birthday I’m getting her a coffin

“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year father Tracey
took all the kids to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a 
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he asked his father what the X’s meant
And his father tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and ask him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door 
because of it’s new paint
And the kids told him 
that father Tracey smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn hole
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year father Tracey died
And he forgot how the end 
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister 
making out in the back porch 
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner 
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tuck himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolute Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really about
And he gave himself an A
and slash each damn wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think 
he could reach the kitchen.”

True life I can’t stop making out with my cat

ne-yo:

If you reblog a picture of pot I’m calling the police