Weedless Ones

Behind the shadows

Foul beings searching for your stash

They are creatures known as weedless ones

Watching and waiting

Pinching your bag until it is gone

Taken by the weedless ones

Putrid rat-like goblins to abhorrent to ever see sunlight

Repellent human-like faces and bodies

But more animal than they are man

Their search for drugs left them deformed

They are deranged,

Pumping through their veins crushing levels of thc

Diminutive blasphemies

Cursed with crippling addiction

They're slaves to narcotics

The weedless ones

Have come for you tonight

While you're passed out in your mom's basement

Silent they smoke your last hit

Leaving none left when you awaken

You look at the coffee table

To see that your last bong hit has now been stolen

You search the floor and between the couch cushions

But you'll never see that weed again

In the distance you can hear them laughing at you

There's nothing you can do

But to accept the hand that you've been dealt and think about killing yourself

Cursed with crippling addiction

They're slaves to narcotics

The weedless ones

They've come for you

While you're baked watching television

Distracted you let your guard down

Now your bag of pot can't be found!

Behind the shadows

Foul beings searching for your stash

They are creatures known as weedless ones

Watching and waiting

Pinching your bag until it is gone

Taken by the weedless ones

Tonight they've come for you

While you are eating that old pizza

You thought you could have a midnight snack

Now you'll never get your weed back