A Poem About Weed

Hello. My name is Mary Jane Also known as cannabis sativa, pot, weed, and hip I am what your parents used to place in white sheets of paper No, not note book paper, joint paper Yes I'm pretty popular My body can transform into many forms so I am typically the color green like the Grinch I am the present hidden under the tree I bet most of you in this room have tried to make a whore out of me But i have simply pimped you in choosing my three leaves over the trinity My scent is a mix of Christmas trees and overcooked over ren baker when most people meet me they break me into pieces and discard my seeds laying me to rest in a swisher sweet colored casket the flick of a lighter ignites me contring up my spirit to make it's way into yours i am nothing more the commercialized voodoo and you are my harry pot-ters you know I'm sort of an activist before the marijuana tax act of 1937 i was completely legal no handcuffs on my buds, no shackles on my stems little do these people know how much i can do for those i need of my help i abolish the pain of AIDS and Cancer patients while amplifying the flesh making every sin you could ever conceive more desirable than the apple dangling like death on the tree in the sight of Eve why do you think everytime you take a puff of me you get greedy like the hustlers in your stomach I cause the munchies, everybody loves the munchies even though the munchies is just a cute word for gluttony I am better at feeding you sin than Satan is Hey hey hey, its also been said i can help those with Glaucoma everybody has the right to see right? take one hit of me and watch your eyes become x-rays undressing every person you see helping you rape fornicate and sodomized men and women with your blinks lust is simply a sinly side affect that comes along with me and its funny that those who allow lust to take over their soul got stoned to death go figure thats the reason why your eyes are the color of red rum when you are drunk off me i am a murderer in disguise but nobody dies from weed the leading cause of preventable death in America is tobacco not me but your idolatry of me is killing you soft and slowly like the Fugees on repeat you consistently seem me over the author of your breath you breathe in my Satanic love when you are thirsty for comfort and peace when you are lonley you let me sing you lullabies with my lies when you are hurt you cry while feasting on my pipes and bones you and your friends can't seem to see the suicide you commit every time you do a shotgun woah woah woah, first of all, its not that serious second of all, if I'm legalized, i can save the government up to $10-15 billion a year first of all its eternally serious, second of all lets do the math God is eternal infinite meaning he has no beginning no end there is no number ascribed to him God is holy man is not, sin is a direct slap in the face of God in which he created in honor of him every puff puff pass is storing up a measurable wrath on the hand of the transgressor hypothetically speaking lets say every sin costs a million dollars i tend to produce less greed hate pride idolotry laziness sexual immorality munchies i mean gluttony with every person i come in contact with literally that means for every joint pipe or bone smoked you reckoning $9 million a high if you were to smoke a blunt a day for 365 days you will end up making $3,285,000,000 in sin a year for every year you are with me against a holy infinite and righteous God which you are expected to meet on judgement day you cannot afford to love me i was not made for you to replace me with the creator I am not God but didn't God create marijuana? all weed heads are doing are simply making use of his high in art work so we should apply that concept to everything God created Child molesters shouldn't be penalized because they are simply making use of children with forced intercourse right? Until the earth is flung through the sky i will continue to justify my lies by helping you to pervert the true purpose of my conception the truth is i cannot help you, i cannot cure you, i cannot give you peace and joy i cannot comfort you i am only temporary can't you see i am as fickle as a Schizophrenic therapist i make you feel good for 15-30 minutes then i leave you with the same emotions with you as you came so i know you will come back to me how desperate can you be i hit you and quit you every time you smoke me you have made me into your master and willingly became my slave the evidence of your bond to me is in the cotton growing inside of your mouth every time you kiss me don't you see we are not made for each other a lot of you know me this way but not many of you know the real me this is the real me, this is reality, i am more than mary jane i am the ressurrected Jekyll Hyde and there are two faces of every high i am either extremely evil or wonderfully good and what is good can seem evil and what is evil is excellent at looking good which side of me you want to believe is for you to choose lovers of me will not suffer from lung disease but they will all suffocate on deception this has been a PSA announcement from mary Jane and i hope i have officially blown your high