Walking through the woods at night with my dog,
Smoking some weed, mind lost in a fog.
The trees look creepy, the wind feels cold,
Incels are lurking, so I stay bold.
"I'm fine alone," I laugh at the sky,
My dog looks scared, like he's ready to fly.
"It is ovER!" they shout from the dark,
But I light up again—my weed is the spark.
Smoking some weed, mind lost in a fog.
The trees look creepy, the wind feels cold,
Incels are lurking, so I stay bold.
"I'm fine alone," I laugh at the sky,
My dog looks scared, like he's ready to fly.
"It is ovER!" they shout from the dark,
But I light up again—my weed is the spark.
