There's a place down California way
Where I once perchance did stay
In a tent
with cheap rent
Next to the trains making hay
Whilst cimbing the grade to Las Vegas
And beyond that land of lost wages.
With city goods.
"Must buy" shoulds.
(The marketing cry for all ages.)
To say Nipton, the town, was a ghost,
Would surely not be a boast.
Nipton needed a boost,
Not unlike getting goosed,
Or Nipton soon would be toast.
Enter the much-maligned weed,
Some folks hate and some need.
Hit 'n miss,
But good to the very last seed.
The little old town of Nipton
Is now in a leveraged position.
Bought by a Pot
Company who ought
Make a fortune from its acquisition.
Los Angeles is just down the hill.
Uphill's the city of thrills,
(Where what happens stays,
While unleashed people plays)
Will folks zero in for the kill?
On Nipton, the once defunct town,
Now wearing the "smoke-it-here' gown?
Get high here!
Marijuana's now legal, don't frown.
Btw, if you choose to partake,
And a trip to Nipton you take,
Bring some ear plugs.
Those choo-chooey chugs
Will give you a major headache.
Copyright © lim'rik flats | Year Posted 2017