#cartel
You see telephones everywhere,
A guessing average $13.00 A month,
Taxes, on every bill, when due,
Multiply times just one million,
For the last 25 years, any one,
Have a clue, where the hell
Do all of those pennies go too.
MARIJUANA, use to be,
The gate way drug, bad for your health,
Wow it was? Yea man, the politicians, ended,
That, they started their own cartel to profit off it,
So, they make money, It’s, good for you smoke up.
Marijuana, still illegal by the federal government,
You can buy it legal in a store, and walk outside,
Get busted, the states are still collecting taxes,
They can not put the money in a bank because it's illegal,
Where do all of those pennies go?
Thought, you can ponder on, why would a billionaire,
Spend fifty to one hundred million, for a two hundred thousand,
A year job? Ask a politician.
The Original: Tom Maxwell / poems ©12/08/2022 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC
See simmering vats
of shoulders, elbows and knees,
A banner reads:
"Welcome to the joint stock company!"
A mule may melt your heart,
but the cartel will dissolve your family.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
he once brazed her with coke
that her millennium was solid rock
as Griselda went toe to toe
but trafficked crack by 2012
while coffee was her mainstay
that her valley would meet the sea,
her proponent in Antioquia
when she'd expedite crack for FARC
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC