StonedWolf62
Zach
New York, United States
In huddled packs these creatures stand.
Mouths of smoke, passing something from hand to hand.

Their red eyes glitter as they giggle away.
After a night of their sport they seek a warm place to lay.

To the mysterious full moon they howl.
Which injures, but illuminates their amusing prowl.

Only from nature do these hippies ever partake.
Which leads to question the normie's hate.
Who abuse all worldly things and ruin everything they take.
In huddled packs these creatures stand.
Mouths of smoke, passing something from hand to hand.

Their red eyes glitter as they giggle away.
After a night of their sport they seek a warm place to lay.

To the mysterious full moon they howl.
Which injures, but illuminates their amusing prowl.

Only from nature do these hippies ever partake.
Which leads to question the normie's hate.
Who abuse all worldly things and ruin everything they take.