Public Service Announcement Redux

Do not smoke poet. Don’t dare smoke it.

‘Tis much worse than maryjane.

Kristin Jane and Erica Jane are much better than maryjane.

Do not smoke humans, though, as it hurts to be smoked.

Avoid smoking poet, as poets are people.

Do not kickbox or judo poet, unless poet is an ass, and then, only if attacked.

Store poet in an empty 35 millimeter film canister. Do not expose it to light.

Expose poets: Shafer Hall, Shanna Compton, Gabriella Torres.

Don’t leave Aaron Tieger out in the rain. He will melt.

Melted poet is good with cake. Lemon cake’s the best.

Do not explode poet. If poet is willing, however, explore poet. It can be very fun.

Keep cannabis away from housecats and catnip away from poet.

If poet and pot smoke each other, madness may ensue.

Hilarity is a common result of one thing smoking the other.

Don’t be afraid to laugh. Be afraid, though, to be naked in front of poet.

Poet (depending on its sense of humor or the funny contours of your corporeal being) may laugh.

Be afraid to be laughed at, especially by a poet who has smoked.

If you’re a comic poet, be glad that laughter has been had on your behalf.

But never, never, never, ever smoke hash. Unless you have a rash.

A poet with a rash is like a dustbin overturned near an electric fan.

Never pay cash for poet. Get it from your friends. Your glowing friends, your naked friends.

Always have enough poet to share. But never, ever, smoke it.