With Apologies to Seasoned Marijuana Smokers:
Mary, I was misinformed,
You are not the devil’s scorned
A whiff of you sends me alight
Tucks me in, and I sleep tight
Had I known you were my friend
I’d fill my lungs and we’d ascend
To Jupiter and points unknown
Something, something some unknown
NaPoWriMo Day 11: Today’s prompt is called Anacreontics, which is a poem about wine and love (two of my favorite topics). Since I’ve written more on the subjects of love and booze than nearly any other subject, I wanted to go in a different direction. And wouldn’t you know it; Mary Jane is now legal within the great state of Washington!
Now, I’m not exactly Snoop Dogg or anything, but I’ve done my thing and completed this poem without even a hint of drop-off in my artistry. Go back and re-read it! Splendiferous shit, right? I got this poetry shit on LOCK, son!