Cynthia Homan Poet Rhyme

The Law of the Land

 The Good Book says we must oblige,
By the Law of the Land we must abide.
And you know I'm trying to do my best,
I gave up the powder and the pills and the rest.
I traded my barstool for this old recliner
And I don't mean to be such a whiner
But please don't take my bud.
I gave up the whiskey, the beer and the gin,
Stopped paying the price for the wages of sin.
I quit running down the road in the middle of the night,
I'm not looking for trouble and I don't want to fight,
So please don't take my bud.
The Indians really had it going on
As they sat by the fire and passed 'round the bong.
The magic of the peyote button
Cannot be dismissed as merely nothing.
It's Nature's finest remedy
For whatever ails your sanity.
So please don't take my bud.
Don't take away my meager stash,
'Cause I'm getting pretty short on cash
And my dealer won't front me anymore
Until I lay some greenbacks at his door.
So don't you touch that bud! 

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