With a lot in life tampered,
With as much in it hampered;
For it there’s a recorder,
For in life, here, there’s order
2023
And it seems folks would be free,
I mean: crazily so free
As to attack a close tree:
More intake of cannabies,
Guys barking you’d think Rabies,
A man seize by the collar,
Because one saw his dollar;
Refusal to release “sorry”,
Yet one heard the pillory,
Open requests for secret fun
And, there, wanting the act done…
Litigants in a hurry
To with judge favour curry,
U.S. still leading peace talks,
On Earth more unsafe night walks:
Not much in my Nigeria:
Some steps away from The Rear,…
Happily in Africa
More released second-hand car:
A new wish to keep my beard
Matching the New Trends stark weird.
Imagine there's no cupcake
Someone in the house ate yours
No Krispy Kremes or KitKats
No pudding pops or s'mores
Imagine there's no halva
Behind cupboard doors, oo hoo oo.
Gummy bear! Gummy bear!
Gummy gummy gummy bear!
Dropped you down my underwear!
Sticky sticky gummy bear!
They might be our real enemies
But they don’t smoke as much cannabis,
Your schemed wars thriller to the vulture
And that’s the truest darkest picture!
They scramble for our lowest money,
Never its restrictions finding funny;
Their brothers reviving our fainting shoes:
The hardly polished after their stubborn use;
With us initiating the silly prices
That regard gives none to how cost rises…
And when our women at them looked twice
They wouldn’t fail to reciprocate thrice!
Then, their rich ones are spoilers of the game;
All of them grabbing foxes, far from tame;
One begins to love bloated riches
One begins to be worse than witches…
So please no unconventional remedy
For a problem from a still guess enemy.
try cannabis they say
people I did not know even knew the word cannabis
religious people
judgemental people
strict, status quo, black and white people
In my wildest imagination I never expected some of them
To even know what cannabis is
Let alone to recommend it to me
as a possibility.
I thought I knew these people
But life changes things
Pain and cancer brings out new possibilities
Pain and cancer brings new ideas to the fray
Desperation makes cannabis seem okay
And pain brings desperation
There once was a fellow named Lurch
Who attended a Cannabis church.
Lurch listened not to preaching;
For ignoring church teaching
He got stoned in a grove of birch.
Cannabis is now for sale
Customers won't go to jail
Yet the price seems awfully high
Sticker shock for those who buy
First day sales are through the roof
Don't believe me? -- Here's the proof
At every store you'll see huge crowds
~ Above their heads, marijuana clouds
you told me I wouldn't be able to put on gloves or fight again
you told me i wouldnt be able to hold a pen or write again
you told me it wasnt very likely i would ever be myself again
but here i am
thanks to a plant you told me not to believe in.
Kale Brereton
Mar 13, 2019
www.thefreethinkinghuman.com
Early in the morning
I heard a knock
On my door
I opened the door
It's my landlord, oh lord!
He seemed happy, thank God
Then he said bhangi, oh no!
Do you smoke it?
Hell no!
There was a dreadlocks Jah man
called Dennis
He changed his name to Ratty
He never takes the same paths with cops, nor need their help,
because he knew how to plant and sell his weed crops successfully well
He hardly moved with his mates,
because he is always high in faith
He never liked having his bath,
because he hates feeling slippery like a sweating bat
He didn't know maths,
but he always sat and frat in his mat,
while he smoked down jumbo marijuana with his fat pocket friends
He didn't know how to play long tennis,
but he had a very long tennis man hood
And the Genesis of his love, started with a white girl,
called Jennis,
He admired her so dearly,
because of her skimpy outfit
and she also knew how to play long tennis sexy well
But she always ran far from him,
because she only knew how to play with short tennis man hood
and she is a semi-virgin,
who doesn't want a man with such long tennis man hood, which was almost the size of her long tennis bat,
to travel up north, through her virgin Atlantic private part
So she hid and ran continuously,
in order not to get ugly drilled by a long tennis bat
This is the story of Ratty, the cannabis preacher…
Medical Marijuana
Magical Herb, given to this world
can cure so many things, you’d
never believe it would
from helping a cancer patient
from starving
the positive results from it
are alarming
it gives people
a chance
to alleviate the pain,
stomach aches
even a granny’s arthritis
why would anyone want to
fight this
this beautiful idea of
medical marijuana
limiting the lords
use for it, is intruding on
an individuals
freedom
Cannabis Connoisseurs
can help treat their
ADHD, sleep apnea
and tourette's syndrome
to be against
medical marijuana use
you would have
to be dumb
To claim
the legalization of such
wisdom weed
would lead
to it being
abused, turned into a gateway drug
is lying
it is all upon the decision
of the individual
the people they surround themselves
with, and what THEY are supplying
God says in Genesis 1:12
that he has given his people hemp
and to use it at our free will
and if you do a little bit of research
you too will know the
deal
Jah Bless Medical Marijuana
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