The stoner poem

As an alien midget, I love hanging out with stoners because they never want to cut me up or ask me questions about where I come from or what I do. The only questions I've ever been asked is "Hey man. Could I get a light?" and "Dude you want some more?" Seeing as how my forked tongue has the ability to create fire, they like having me around as well. The fire keeps changing colour so I tend to be a good source of entertainment. One of them wrote a poem on weed and told me to put it up on my blog. This is their poem:

The Stoner poem

I'm just smoking a joint
To prove a point

The government says it outlawed
But the government is so very flawed

I smoke my weed and it makes my day
I get happy wasted so what do you got to say?

I'm not a bad guy,
I just love my weed
I'm not the root of the problem
I'm just the seed

Everybody should toke a little bit
There ain't nothing wrong with a little hit

I'm just a stoner, beat down to the grind
Cos people can't chill and just unwind

Don't take my shit away cos you say it's wrong
Come on and chill with me and smoke along
I like to just tap my bong
Smoke some weed and sing a song

I think I was high when I wrote this
I don't care I was humping your missus

So in conclusion, I like my good high stuff
It's much better than all your sober fluff