A Bong For the Reaper
He had a beer.
He had a joint.
He beat his wife.
The pig went oink?
They taxed the car.
They taxed your house.
Just sell the weed
and tax don’t grouse.
Gov's buy bombers
plant the poppy field.
Then enslave the natives
use the kids as shields.
Take the drug money
to fund more wars
Who's the crook here
we can't be sure?
Get the little guy
the one with the roach
Forget the dirty money
going coast to coast.
"Hell yes." say I.
Don’t need no permission
No better than thou's
causing prohibition.
If the day comes
and I see the reaper.
I’ll light him a bong
and let him keep'er!
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010
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