Almost 4:20 In one minute it will be four twenty I smoked my treat a bit too early Now it's twenty one past four pm I finished mine a bit too quickly I'm writing this poem now sitting On the front steps in the fresh air Traffic passes by as I type this out The weather is comfortable and fair A horn suddenly beeps from a car Quickly someone turns it right off They were likely not too far away Close so that they could make it stop Different and random things occur With no warning or any kind of sign Good or bad or simply irrelevant Just try your best to remain kind ©Schizology Almost 4:20 #420😈😈 #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Thoughts
