Reefer Hits the Spot!

Reefer Hits The Spot! I can’t stop my use of pot, It helps relieve my pain and makes it stop. I used to see it at rock concerts and smell the reefer drifting up from the bleachers, never thought I would be a marijuana reacher. But this disease has its grip on me, I seek any and every way to find relief. To hell with you who give me any despair, if you were in this much pain you wouldn’t care, the course of this disease is beyond repair, the constant state of pain for me, is so hard to wear. Get that finger away from me, don’t poke! You wouldn’t think it was so funny if you were the bloke of the joke. For every time I need to, I will take a toke. I don't have a disease nor do I smoke pot, I just wrote this poem for the contest.