Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
KARMA
The drug lords fled by hovercraft with pounds of marijuana
They sped up river, shook the cops but not the fast piranha
They clipped a rock, the pot bounced off and promptly hit the water
Alas a floating free for all, the greens were up for slaughter
The cartel freaked and dived right in to save their mull in motion
They thrashed about to no avail, just made a large commotion
The hovercraft would speed away, no one on board to stop it
Yet pot heads' problems more severe, "How did we fucking drop it?"
The fish would take the hemp to task, engulfed it in a second
But weed-filled rush, a body stone and desert mouth now beckoned
Attack of major munchies seemed to further fuel the drama
As fish closed in on flailing arms you'd have to say "That's karma!"
(C)
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Author Notes
What goes around, really does come around, I'm sure.
Dedicated to my friend Lou who does this punchy format real well.
Thanks for reading...
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