7200
(cuz ma life
iz such a drag...
this toke kin
“FAKE” hemp
pyre aye roll
out to you
dear reader).
As a double
ointed
mathematical abbot
and amateur chemist
specializing
in cannabinoids
my favorite
delta-9-tetra
hydrocannabinol
(THC),
isolated and
synthesized in 1964
weeding thru
bathroom rag
while athwart
the potty
i.e. measuring
adequate perforated
square roto
root er, sans
regular toilet t
issue paper
prior to
completing important
private
business matter
on the sacred
porcelain
chamber pot
Mary Jane made
a token appearance,
and boy she
looked smoke
kin hot
asking if I
wanna marry
(Jane) her attired
in drag at a
joint where
Billy Bong
banged on
by the hands of
a phenomenal
drummer
taut as a
hemp knot
with music
in his blood
while blowing
fractal rings –
holy Scott
the immediate
utterance,
and rather
creative bon mot
found me
stock still like
stone wall Jackson,
who unfortunately
got deprived a hit,
nonetheless
got shot
unwittingly by
his own
(confederate troops),
whose demise
an awful blot
per southern
cause during
the Civil War
and if anachronism
to receive
medicinal
aide available
instead of primitive
treatment he got
(as well other
wounded soldiers
of misfortune
on the battlefield),
whose faith
the any al
mighty power
could do little
to save their
roach invested lot
yet availing
my imagination
to twist time
like that
Mobius strip
mortally wounded
rebels and
Yankees
free from facing
death on a cot
might be
successful hemp
entrepreneurs
cultivating a little spot
of land hemp
would outstrip cotton
as king as
export to trot
orange you
glad I avoided
the analogy
with a kumquat?
