my cider-weed baby


I gots me a jug a hard cider

kicked up by old Jim Beam

and I gots me a midnight rider

by the name a Constance Coleen


she pours me shots for breakfast

she rolls me a blunt-load of tea

she tells me I’m the sweetest little birdy

who ever nose-nested her tree


and we pound that juice

and we burn that weed

and I crawl her trunk till she moans


my naughty lady

my juicy baby

sweet Connie rattles my bones

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