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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot 
and amateur chemist 
   specializing in cannabinoids
   my favorite delta-9-tetra
   hydrocannabinol (THC), 

   isolated and synthesized in 1964
weeding thru bathroom rag 
   while athwart the potty
   i.e. measuring adequate perforated 
   square roto root er, sans 
   regular toilet tissue paper 
   prior to completing important 

   private business matter 
   on the sacred porcelain chamber pot
Mary Jane made a token appearance, 
   and boy she looked smoke kin hot
asking if I wanna marry (Jane) her attired 
   in drag at a joint where Billy Bong  

   banged on by the hands of 
   a phenomenal drummer 
   taut as a hemp knot
with music in his blood 
   while blowing  fractal rings – holy Scott
the immediate utterance, 

   and rather creative bon mot
found me stock still like stone wall Jackson, 
   who unfortunately got deprived a hit, 
   nonetheless got shot
unwittingly by his own (confederate troops), 
   whose demise an awful blot

per southern cause during 
   the Civil War and if anachronism
   to receive medicinal aide available 
   instead of primitive treatment he got
(as well other wounded soldiers 
   of misfortune on the battlefield), 
 
   whose faith the any almighty power 
   could do little to save their roach invested lot
yet availing my imagination 
   to twist time like that Mobius strip 
 mortally wounded rebels and Yankees 
   free from facing death on a cot
might be successful hemp 

   entrepreneurs cultivating a little spot
of land hemp would outstrip cotton 
   as king as export to trot
orange you glad I avoided 
   the analogy with a kumquat?

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