A show
becomes so much more.
Songs that teach tolerance:
a laugh.
A huggable monster:
a trip.
A lesson learned:
an afternoon soon forgotten.
And when we age
a little more,
and have our own,
we work hard,
and pray to whomever
will listen
that they don't
turn out
the way we did.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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So my daughter loves Yo Gabba Gabba, and I don't mind it, but I think that if I still smoked weed I would love it.
I laughed when I read this one because it's so true. Some friends of mine just had a kid and they threw on Baby Einstein for him. We all started commenting on how it was the perfect stoner video.
I like how the poem indicts the speaker as a stoner since he doesn't want the baby to be like he was. The first stanza could be a stoner or a baby and sometimes they really are no different.
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