Stone Groove

The time: this evening.
The place: Anonymous-For-Obvious-Reasons Friend's domicile.

Jul sits at the dining room table, jabbing ineffectually at AnonyFriend's laptop with a series of increasingly tiny and useless screwdrivers.

AnonyFriend jabs at a well-loved pipe with somewhat more success, extracting a fluffy brown pile of resin.

Jul, after dislodging 3,000th microscopic screw: "So... don't have any ACTUAL pot, huh?"

AnonyFriend [dejected]: "I left my pot in the mountains this weekend! I forgot it in the laundry room."

Jul: [immediately spaces out and begins writing next smash hit. From that point forward, responds to all inquiries - from "What in the holy hell are you DOING to that poor laptop?" to "What is your opinion regarding the ideological differences between the Sunni and Shi'ites?" - with a far-away, "Huh... would it be okay to rhyme 'kibosh' with 'Peter Tosh', do you think?"]

And thus, I present: "You Left Your Pot In the Mountains".

(Chorus)
You left your pot in the mountains
And it left your heart feeling blue
Instead of packing a nice bowl
You're puffing on resinous goo


Mid-weekend you were forced to hide
That baggie by the box of Tide
Couldn't make it back to that room
Of whiter whites, it was your doom

A diversion you'll sorely miss
That precious pouch of cannabis
By whom will this delight be sparked?
Anthropomorphic lights and darks?

(Chorus)

Nay, it's useless there: who would dare
Roll a blunt for the Snuggle Bear?
Instead, bong archaeology:
Search not for bones, but THC

It sits now by the dry-bleach cup
Not getting you nicely fucked up
No FunYuns or urge to revel
Oh! Heartbreak above sea level

(Chorus)

With pipe in hand, you're scraping by
'Til next you scale Mt. Wicked High
Go forth! Up that peak proudly climb
Conquer boredom and stubborn grime!

(Chorus, Hacking, Dorito-Consumption)