What's the Point
Time to go shopping for ideas
I'm desperate, anything will do
The slightest notion, the tiniest point
Without fresh oil, this brain to anoint
I may have to get rid of this joint
Why, that's it! Go no further
Say no more; it just hit me in the face
What's the point of scrapping a joint
If cannabis is sold all over the place
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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