Green leaves and branches reaching for the sky,
Who knew this plant would get you high.
This is mother earth’s medication,
I use it with good intentions.
Relaxing my mind with just one puff,
It’s better than using angel dust.
Most people smoke their cigarettes,
marijuana is safer and truly the best
No one smoking weed gets very upset,
All they want to do is eat and rest.
Government makes smoking weed a crime.
Catch you with an ounce and you’ll do time.
In my darkest hour when I’m confused,
Smoking weed will keep me amused.
Making me laugh with feeling of joy,
Never being bothered or annoyed.
Author notes
I used Symbolically #2B
A contest entry
- Options, Options, Options; by Whispered Secrets.
375 points, ended May 5, 2008, 10 entries
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