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

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