You money hungry psycho sage, you mindful podcast pup, you beady, poncho-ed healer, with your herb filled silver cup, you weed lit man-bunned stealer, the runt of your blue blood clan, I want to whack you in the head with "How to Spot a Scam". If only we didn't long for dope on this whacko of a planet, we'd be forced to earn an honest dime like in the old days dammit.
*I, ROCK, am in no way insinuating I am for or against mindfulness or green leafed-relief*
NOT AI GENERATED!
About the Creator
ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
Admin. Vocal Social Society
Find me: @andreapolla63.bsky.social
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Yes 👏
If I didn't know better, I would say that you wrote this while high. Just saying. I love the crazy stuff, sometimes just let go and let it rip. I need some Jamaican weed. hahahhehehehe
Hehehe ... nice one. 😊
This tickled me
Hahahahahaha this made me laugh! I loved it!
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I loved this, ROCK. You're writing is truly a breath of fresh and zany air!
As the seekers appooch the yogi, the yogi tells them, "You're barking up the wrong weed."
This made my day!
Are you sure this isn’t AI generated?! 😂 I did just read a Vocal contributor’s piece was rejected because Vocal thought it was AI. So I guess that mistake is not out of the question…