MY FINGERS ARE GREEN
by Nima Grace

I'm not a gardener, but I love the grass
I sit on this couch, its used to my ass
It smells just like the smoke we just passed
After work, before bed, the high never lasts

I have the day off, not much to be seen
I've rolled so much dope, my fingers are green
My friends keep telling me that I'm such a fiend
But I only started smoking when I was eighteen

I'm tired of work, and I just really miss
Being home with my cat, and weed, its pure bliss
If I pet her too long, she might bite or hiss
So I hold her more tightly, and give her a kiss

Enough about her, she's a bitch anyway
I wish I could smoke, all day every day
It's not that cheap, I can't always pay
Good thing I have friends who can share and play

I'm pretty nice, but I could be mean
I don't think I mix well with the "stoner" scene
I'm no dirty hippie, I keep myself clean
Except for my fingers, those things stay green

You have got to be my favorite poet!  You have a great sense of humor!

Haha, thank you so much!!

lol as "oraclemay" said, You got a great sense of humor