Smoking Pot
If they use, they say they don’t abuse.
If they get high, they say it’s a lie.
If they want it legal, they say it’s medicinal.
I believe they know, deep down in their soul…
that smoking pot is wrong. It’s a sinful act,
something that brings about the unethical, the immoral…
all those erroneous and dishonest thoughts and deeds.
Smoking pot, even if it is legal, is something that brings…
unsound thoughts and inappropriate behavior,
little ideas that assure one of failure and breakdown,
everything that is catastrophic and disastrous.
The crash that comes about is worse than the fight…
to keep living life without the craving for a drug,
the reliance on a weed that is green and simply feeds…
the horrors and nightmares from a mind that succeeds…
at being needy and dependent, addicted to a smoldering seed.
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Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2014
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