Pot Luck Stupper
Know Nothing
By: Charles Giuliano - Jul 16, 2019
Know Nothing
Hey man
What do I know
Lots of some stuff
Not much about
Stoopnagle and Budd
On everything else
Grand Old Party
Clomping Elephant Stomp
Or Know Nothing
Recalling racism
American Party
Mid 19th century
Hated Irish and Germans
That meant Me and Astrid
A bit of both it seems
Know what I mean
Or not which is OK
What can I say
Such a holy mess
Put to the test
Each and every one of us
No stoner left unturned
My friends all vaping
Even a hipster banker
Tending a crop
For pain they say
Toking every day
Can Billy come play
Oh please Mrs. Murphy
We need second base
Pot-head seniors
Latter day hippies
Just a few hits
No smoke or flame
Makes stress go away
Relaxing end of day
What a relief
But yikes good grief
Been there done that
Ignorance of youth
No sense of now
Sobering end game
Fleeting candle flame
Last flickers of fame
Don’t mention fortune
More mis than hit
Just hanging in
Paying our bills
Mostly small change
Raiding the piggy bank
Smashed to smithereens
Memories measured in pennies
Stacked in neat piles
Ten make a dime
Marking our time
So much to learn
Now it’s your turn
Passing the buck
Plum out of luck
What the fuck