No Wacky Weed
Do not sell me that wacky weed.
That is something I no longer need.
Besides, you overload the bags with seed.
Anybody can smell that putrid smoke.
It only makes me cough and choke.
The stuff does not even make me high.
To this mean green, I must say “goodbye”.
I was pulled over by the police one day.
He saw I had a joint in the ashtray.
Off into his patrol car in handcuffs I went.
One night in a small jail cell was spent.
My honey came by the next day without fail.
She was nice enough to put up my bail.
I cannot afford another police report.
The judge does not want to see me in his court.
If I ever reappear before him one day,
for a longer time, he will put me away.
Do not consider me a client and spender.
To your package, I will stamp “RETURN TO SENDER”.
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