The Ghost Of Mary Jane

The Ghost Of Mary Jane long poem

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Tick tock goes the clicking clock
As time goes by I hear a knock
I get up and answer the door
To find a woman her dress was torn

She had a joint hanging from her lips
I said come in she was still taking hits
She offered me a hit of her weed
I said sure as she followed my lead

I looked back at the woman in the door
But she wasn’t standing there anymore
Am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep?
So I bit my lip to see if it would bleed

I threw myself down on the couch
Holding my lip screaming OOUUCH
My eyes are red my mouth is dry
I gotta get something to drink before I die

Now the munchies are setting in
So I hit the kitchen high as a hen
Hungry as hell and high as f&*k
I look for food but have no luck

I go to my room and shut the door
And hear the same knocking once more
I get up and open the door
It was the same lady as before

I froze in shock
Not sure what to do
But she smiled at me
And I already knew

She held out her hand
So I looked down
She had a joint
So we passed it around

High again with my new friend
We go outside to catch some wind
I asked her if she had a name
She said they call me The Ghost of Mary Jane.

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