Tweedle-Dee-Dee and Twinkie Chums.

 

"Tweedle -dee- dee and Twinkie Chums.

 

First we break

down marijuana
make high powered THC,
then crop dust it all across the world,
in every  lake and stream.


The farmers hired to grow it
would be rich and gladly try,
to keep this perfect

source of peace
available to fly

till all water got men high


Then by truckloads

crates of Twinkies
would be dropped

on warring lands,
that delicious creme

filled puffball,
of soft pastry

what a plan.


All the warriors

who drank water,
eating pita bread and lamb,
would be suffering 

sweet munchies,
they'd be yearning to a man,
to stop the terrible fighting
and get twinkies

in their hands.

Then  gobbled down 

they'd beg some more
and we'd answer

thier demands.

 
For twinkies make

a lousy sword,
or a messy hand grenade,
plus they're not

much good as bullets,
you'd get creamed

but you'd behave,
you'd calmly sit

and lick your wounds,
then live another day.


Soon all the

fighting forces
would be fat and jolly men,
ingesting ghanga daily,
they would each

be silly friends,
squeezing creme

fills out of twinkies
would replace the

trigger pulls,
oh such peace 

could be so easy,
God, how long

have we been fools,


Hey I'll volunteer to

plant the seeds,
and grow the finest bud,
there's an army

out there waiting
for my crops to

stop the blood,


Just pay me

ten full bags apiece
each month to

keep me strong,
soon the world

will all be happy,
high on life,

and singing songs,
between each bite

of yummy twinkies,
as all nations get along.

 

 

 

 

©-MFB III

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pbwriterchick 6 years ago

I have to admit.. that sounds like a decent plan :)

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