Shall I compare thee to a ditch’s weed?
Thou art more dank and more loud.
Fully robust with buds of THC
That fill my veins, my brains to shroud.
My eyes may be glass, but I’m not blind
To the green you proudly boast.
You flick my Bic now I must find
Another light, but I am toast.
Just a plant you do no harm
Apart from harm we do ourselves.
Yet you are banned: a false alarm.
Scheduled 1, forever shelved.
Mexico’s proposal blesses cannabis for fun.
Americans resent that we may be the only one.
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4.10.20 – It’s a Good Good Friday
It’s a Good Friday
For Dow and oil.
But not so much
For those looking for spoils.
A splurge on the weekend
At the local pub
Has been abandoned
With a quarantine shrug.
But the Saudis and Russians
Will dance through the night
Even if Mexico
Continues the fight.
89 cent gas
Won’t last much longer.
For now let’s pour a gallon out
And chase it with lager.
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