Before Shel Silverstein wrote Where the Sidewalk Ends, Light in the Attic, The Giving Tree, The Missing Piece (my favorite) and other childrens books, people forget that he wrote poems for Playboy. Some good stuff there. I Got Stoned And I Missed It by Shel Silverstein I was sitting in my basement. I just rolled myself a taste Of something green and gold and glorious To get me through the day. Then my friend yelled through the transom Grab your coat and get your hat son, Theres a nut down on the corner, Givin dollar bills away But I laid around a bit Then I had another hit. Then I rolled myself a bauma. Then I thought about my mama. Then I fooled around, played around jacked around a while and then I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and it rolled right by. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned... oh me... oh my. It took seven months of urgin Just to get that local virgin With the sweet face Up to my place To fool around a bit. Next day she woke up rosy, And she snuggled up so cozy. When she asked me how I liked it, Lord it hurts me to admit, I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and it rolled right by. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned... oh me... oh my. Im makin no excuses For the many things I uses Just to sweeten up my relationships And brighten up my day. When my earthly race is over And Im ready for the clover And they ask me how my life has been I guess Ill have to say, I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and it rolled right by. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned... oh me... oh my. #
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 13:48:21 +0000
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