An Ode to the West Seattle Bridge

By Herb Green

 

It seemed like a dream when I heard it on the tele

Right after smoking something sticky and smelly

This was not a dream though

This is not a dream bro

My ears heard the message straight through all the noise 

The noise that now fills up my home, er office or school

West Seattle Bridge is broken! And so I lost my damn cool!

 

The mayor just lied straight to my and your face!

I said to my wife and she ignored me with grace

She said that the bridge is cracked and now closed!

How can that be?

You must know I suspect?

There are no cracks, they just want to keep those fools at home!

You must be smoking some good stuff baby

She said as she pulled me close and asked, me too?

 

Sure enough I said darling I’ve stocked our supply

To Canna West I did fly about a week ago bye

I’ll never cross your bridge

 For weed my old friend!

Ain’t no other shop in Seattle where it’s like buying from friends

I like truth and transparency and wise dope recommends

Even during a crisis, on it I know I will depend

 Kind of like I used to do with you old friend.

 

#savethewestseattlebridge

#jennyontheblock

#smokemoreweed