I am a hexagon
with a tail
glowing
when you inhale
down the trachea
I go
teasing
my trail
quid pro quo

I split in two
and enter into two
pleura-covered chambers
and this is where
I might cause
unpleasant dangers.

I dissolve
on the membrane
of vitality
and tickle
the red cells
providing warmth
to reality

I leave red puddles
in a white desert
and I make kin care
with grueling effort

The core pumps
scarlet liquid
through upper
and lower
sections
It splits me
carries me
in all
different
directions

I end up
in the cortex
I alter
gray matter
I fumble
with your strings
I am the annex
of your receptors
I am a helpful
benefactor

I control
your flow
of information
your hunger
and your memory
in return
you are
worry-free
I make you happy
to be
I am THC.