Fucking Police

[profit-prophet]

I got a story...

One day in BC, five guys including me.
Wound up with eight pounds,fresh outta tha ground.
But an off duty cop, said she saw us pickin our crop .
And quietly followed,(luckily) we noticed and fled.
We were jumpy and stashed most on a beach,
returned home to find none other than the police.
In my pack, were garbage bags and a sac.
Strange enough, they let loose the cuffs.
They did talk to the driver,
but none was the wiser.
Now what happened to the weed,
ahhh thats another story...

I only made a poem because I noticed that some of the lines rhymed while I was writing it the first time. So whadya think?

[Weedguru Higher]

Sounds good!

Did you get the weed back??

[WidespreadDead]

Higher did you not pay attention to the killer cliffhanger ending? thats a whole nother story

[Weedguru Higher]

Oh ya another story oops

How the heck did you know you have eight pounds of weed before drying it?