Cannabis

Written by: Owen Yeates

There is a drug called cannabis
One smoke they say can bring bliss
I get high everyday
Yet no drugs pass my way
What I won’t try I know I won’t miss

For life is a high on its own
I have found this as I have grown
No unnatural high 
To help me reach the sky
And I know that I am not alone

In conclusion I would like to add
That they say cannabis is not bad
But it breeds paranoia
And that will annoy ya
I never want to be that sad