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  1. Kansas should be reminded of the Bill Anderson raid on liberal lawrence. You that support the legalized pre meditated murder of human babies growing inside their mother's womb, you liberal marxists- republicans or democrats your all the same- you legalize abortion that butchers the innocent, yet stop the legalization of marijuana, a life giving plant, healing of the mind and soul…you continue to prosecute and persecute those who grow a plant, smoke a plant. All you are marxist liberal red legged jayhawks. One-day you will stand before our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, and answer for your support of this genocide called abortion. Repent now, find our gracious God.

  2. Shocking! Have a gallon of Jack Daniels on me. Don't forget a carton of cigarettes to boot. Kansas Republicans continue to be bought off by the lobbyists. Ignorance is bliss to the uneducated and uncaring.

  3. SNOOP DOGG POT FARMER DANCE SONG $$

    I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot

    You better believe it held a whole lot.

    I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame

    Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

    I tried alcohol smoked cigarettes

    They did nothing but give me regrets.

    My mom had arthritis could not walk around

    I rolled her a joint she danced on the ground.

    I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack

    After I smoked some to me it came back.

    Soon I decided prices were high

    I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

    I bargained for seeds from smokers all around

    Got in my truck and drove out of town.

    I walked through the woods where wild birds nest

    Found me the meadow I thought was the best.

    I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds

    Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.

    I watered at night with a five-gallon pail

    Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

    Seven months went by; I thought I would die

    Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.

    At night I went out, in a camouflage suit

    Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.

    I hung it up to dry where it couldn’t be found.

    Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.

    I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags

    Called all my friends and passed out free drags.

    In less than a week my crop was gone

    I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde!!

    By Kansas City Poet Tom Zart

    Most Published Poet On The Web!
    George Bush Tom Zart

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