It's sticky and fogs your mind
This green friend of mine
Inhale to feel just fine
As slowly it steals your time.
It comes in the form of a leaf
With it there is no grief
It leaves behind some keef
But it is the time thief.
Many days can go by
****** or completely high
Without blinking an eye
Time begins to fly by.
It makes you do less
You begin to forget success
All you want to do is rest
And smoke it to your chest.
When its time to quit
You realise you're unfit
And couldn't give a s**t
You'd rather smoke and sit.
You might become addicted
Your brain power is restricted
Completely self inflicted
Your motivation misdirected.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
It's sticky and fogs your mind
This green friend of mine
Inhale to feel just fine
As slowly it steals your time.
It comes in the form of a leaf
With it there is no grief
It leaves behind some keef
But it is the time thief.
Many days can go by
****** or completely high
Without blinking an eye
Time begins to fly by.
It makes you do less
You begin to forget success
All you want to do is rest
And smoke it to your chest.
When its time to quit
You realise you're unfit
And couldn't give a s**t
You'd rather smoke and sit.
You might become addicted
Your brain power is restricted
Completely self inflicted
Your motivation misdirected.
I left this poem without a resolution to make a point.
