The banning of the wacky weed.
It’s just a weed Grows in the yard
So wild and fancy free
She grows so vast and powerful
With a look of mystery
When the sun, it burns like hell
She never wilts at all
While all the other plants that grow
From the heat at times they fall.
Our foolish leaders make their laws
Against this happy weed
Though many like to smoke the stuff
When calmness they do need
If a man should ask the question
‘What harm do these plants do’?
They’ll come up with a heap of bull
That’s what most leaders do.
I’ve smoked the stuff for forty years
It’s never harmed me none
When I suffered, bad from stress
A lot of good it done
And what the hell, It be my body
Not theirs, they have no right
I like to smoke this little herb
My senses it delights.
In Vietnam, they poisoned me
Now they tell me today
That this herb will do me harm
I’ve only this to say
If they did fill me up with poison
So very long ago
Then it’s my right to do the same
I think that they should know.
What a mob of hypocrites
These foolish leaders be
A man can drink, and smoke tobacco
This kind of puzzles me
These two drugs be deadly poison
They have killed so many folk
Yet Cannabis has killed not any
Our leaders are a joke.
4 March 2014 @ 1419hrs.