I just found a really funny and tiny back-and-forth note tucked away in a William Carlos Williams poetry book I bought at Savers. It was found in between pages 74 and 75, between "This Is Just to Say" and "The Sea-Elephant". And here is what it says:
"Got any buds?" "I'm getting some today. Do you want crip or mexi?" "How much do you get crip for an oz." "$60 an 1/8"
Kids these days with their poetry and pot, their Williams and weed.
I have smoked
that were in
you were probably
for a really kickass buffet or Pink Floyd light show
they were potent
and so fresh
(My apologies to WCW.)