the humble dandelion a **** to some but a wondrous gift to me clusters of yellow flowers decorating fields of grass like tiny smiling faces signaling the birth of spring delicious bittersweet leaves nourishing earthly roots cleansing to liver and body abundant and free nature’s most overlooked plant
Happiness does not come packaged in prescription bottles Or plastic baggie, top carefully sealed It cannot be found at the bottom of empty shot glasses Or finished beer cans, that is not where it's revealed.
Joy will not be found rolled up in a joint Not discovered in a small cardboard box Or scattered among powder lined on a mirror I have scoured many vials stocked with shiny rocks.
Smoking herb might cause you to laugh and smile Hallucinogens can open your mind Fun feelings fade you'll feel worse than before Without aid of drugs contentment will be hard to find.
Soon you will spend time chasing chemicals In form of a ****, tab, straw, or syringe Whether you puff, eat, snort or shoot It comes down to the same unhealthy binge.
Do not waste your life wrapped in burnt-up foils Foraging through crumbs for a shroud of hope We all have different ways of escaping Some fall too deep and never climb back up the steep *****.