Take a Toke
Light up a joint, lets give it a whirl,
the illness you have is making you hurl.
The pain is so bad you want to cry,
take a couple of tokes and you'll be high.
The pain will dim as you stumble down the block,
time seems to be dragging, but not the clock.
Don't mind if you catch yourself mumbling,
run to the refrigerator, your stomach is grumbling.
A foot long sub and a bag of potato chips,
before you know it, pants get stuck on hips.
Forget the urge of wanting to shop,
you may get pulled over by a cop.
Insurance will not pay, it will cost you money,
that's all good, because you'll think it's funny.
Soon your head will feel like you're drinking booze.
Time to lay down for a nice little snooze.
Time to wake up and break out, the chronic weed.
If you want this "medicine" go plant a seed.
It may not be legal but a doctor has the say,
of what he wants to give you to take pain away.
It's up to an individual how to manage their pain,
I would rather not kill, the cells in my brain.
For Michael Jordans Medical Marijuana Contest
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