WEED- A poem….by Mickey Martin
Master of the universe
Resinous flowers make me smile
So misunderstood and troublesome
Burning bush. How can plants create so much pain?
Understanding the future has never made the past make sense
So much work to do to restore order to the universe
Big magnet and persistence
When the job is done no one will remember how it got done
And that will be just fine by me
Freedom is boring in a good way
Smoke weed. Be a good person. Don’t give a fuck.
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