okay, so this probably totally sucks, and i havent proofread it or edited it or anything, but i just sat down and wrote a poem about weed out of nowhere. totally spur of the moment and unplanned. tell me what you think of it--if you think it sucks, i wanna hear that. positive or negative, doesnt matter. go for it. i dont have a title for it either..any suggestions for a title would be appreciated. its pretty much written to marijuana haters and questioning if the real danger is in the plant or in the mindset of the law-abiding society. relinquish your mind from a world so unkind discover in your soul, the power you hold give in to the music let mental exploration consume your otherwise lifeless corpse until the day of no darkness is the danger in freedom or the law? journey to your wisdom. travel to your philosophy. fly from your mental shackles and chains. emancipate your essence. arrive at the eternal sunrise.
I think it is great man, honestly. I don't know of a tittle for it either, but it reminded me of something i jotted down in a journal one time. Actually, I had forgot about it until now. I'm not trying to hijack sorry if you feel I am but here is what I wrote. in the eyes of the law they have no reason but treat you as though you've committed treason discover yourself, that's what i saw, it is not a flaw a superb state of being a new beginning their every reason, ever so thinning altering what was previously unseen if we like it, why do you care? you have a crutch so we aren't asking for much only for what is fair Happy Toking.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to smoke some marijuana Jack got high and opened his fly and then said "Do ya wanna?"