Snoop Dogg, Work That Body, Pot & Wine Poem by Tom Zart

Drive my car wear my jewels
Make me feel like the king of fools.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody.


David loved Bathsheba, Samson loved Delilah
I love you and your name’s Twyla.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody.

Life without love is empty and cruel
Without God’s grace we remain a fool.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody.

After death I pray to go to Heaven
For I’ve been saved since I was eleven.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody.

Life can be short; life can be long
God sees all we do right or wrong.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody.

POT

I got out my pipe and stuffed it with pot
You better believe, it held a whole lot.
I whipped out a lighter and thumbed up a flame
Then sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

I tried alcohol; and smoked cigarettes
Though, they did nothing, but give me regrets.
My mom had arthritis and couldn't walk around
When I rolled her a joint, she danced on the ground.

I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack
But, after I smoked some, to me it came back.
Soon I decided prices were too high
So I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

I bargained for seeds from smokers all around
Then, got in my truck and drove out of town.
I walked through the woods where the wild birds nest
And found me the meadow I thought was the best.

I dug up the ground and sowed all my seeds
Then said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.
I watered at night with a five-gallon pail
The mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

Seven months went by; I thought I would die
Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.
One night I went out, in my camouflage suit
And used a corn knife to chop down the loot.

I hung it up to dry where it couldn't be found.
Then came back and got it, when it had turned brown.
I trimmed off the buds, and stuffed them in bags
Called all my friends and passed out free drags.

In less than a week, my crop was gone!
But, I flew to St. Thomas with love hungry blonde.

WINE

Wine was served at the last supper
And guzzled in King Arthur’s court.
Wine can make a sad man happy
And a mean woman turn good sport.

Tom Zart
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