Weed, weed, dear weed
Are you god or god-sent
Are you the blessing of man-kind
Oh you’re man’s finest ever find
You suck the sorrows
The sad and sullen faces
Taking with you all the unholy mess
And spitting happiness and more of the same
Smiles, laughter and more smiles in every frame
We crave for more and more
Falling in love with thee with every peaceful snore
Cops are our enemies
Smoke up and beat them like bees
Its freakish, its all hell
Showing you the heaven
The sun, the moon on its way
Marijuana marijuana
I’ve finished writing, am coming I wanna
A contest entry
- Write from your heart...if it's beating by Leanna-bean.
375 points, ended April 14, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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