Puff Ever After
From the album: High tales of tokeshire
So the war is done, the weed is free,
They built a temple to THC.
The king’s now chief of “Vibe Control,”
And taxes come in pre-rolled scrolls.
The bard got rich off merch and memes,
The elf sells creams for “hempy dreams.”
The orc runs tours through Bongwood Glen—
With snack breaks every now and then.
They puff ever after, no more strife,
Just blunts, bad jokes, and a chill-ass life.
The lich DJs on Friday nights,
And even the trolls know their rolling rights.
So here's to legends, dumb and baked,
Who tripped and stumbled, but never flaked.
They didn’t save the world with swords—
They just passed it left… in perfect chords.