You wanna bet those guys are high right now?
I hope they are: such giggling inane
Remarks would be easier to allow
If they were either drugged or else insane.
I think the former: recognize the day,
And how they speak. Not what, but how. Think of
The rambling, the hiccups, and the sway
Inside the words. They fit it like a glove,
A sad cliché but one I doubt they could
In this their current state, strain to recover.
Nor do I think, as is, they really would,
For pot in people's minds oft seems to hover
Regaling their good sense with its wild tales
Of silliness in adolescent males.
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