#medicalmarijuana - Hello Poetry

* *It is not that I do not agree with you, I always agree with freedom of choice, but this is a road to ruin.* *When they give you BACK, YOUR FREEDOMS... wonder why?* *You can do drugs now, you can **** now, you can gamble now, are they giving you something, you do not already possess?* BE WEAK/DON'T FIGHT If not for the Delusional, how can Impossible be done? **it's like a ant on Crack An ant on Crack Ant on crack** **it's like a ant on Crack An ant on Crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack** IT'S LIKE AN ANT ON CRACK!

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Feb 22, 2017

Feb 22, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC

david-john-mowers

Medical Marijuana

* *It is not that I do not agree with you, I always agree with freedom of choice, but this is a road to ruin.* *When they give you BACK, YOUR FREEDOMS... wonder why?* *You can do drugs now, you can **** now, you can gamble now, are they giving you something, you do not already possess?* BE WEAK/DON'T FIGHT If not for the Delusional, how can Impossible be done? **it's like a ant on Crack An ant on Crack Ant on crack** **it's like a ant on Crack An ant on Crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack Ant on crack** IT'S LIKE AN ANT ON CRACK!

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Take another puff Float up to the sky All I need is another hit Just one more And I'll be high High above the worry High above the pain Floating comfortably in peace Feeling nothing but at ease This pleasant feeling I must be dreaming Not a worry on my mind Only laughter and red eyes Maybe I'll be creative? Write a poem or two Maybe I'll be lazy Eat some cereal, then some pie What is this feeling I haven't felt in quite some time I feel it bubbling from inside Is it hunger? Is it hate? It's something different Not from what I ate I know this feeling I've figured it out No more stress No more worry No more anxiety Yes I know this feeling I'm feeling happy

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC

sickorsane92

High

Take another puff Float up to the sky All I need is another hit Just one more And I'll be high High above the worry High above the pain Floating comfortably in peace Feeling nothing but at ease This pleasant feeling I must be dreaming Not a worry on my mind Only laughter and red eyes Maybe I'll be creative? Write a poem or two Maybe I'll be lazy Eat some cereal, then some pie What is this feeling I haven't felt in quite some time I feel it bubbling from inside Is it hunger? Is it hate? It's something different Not from what I ate I know this feeling I've figured it out No more stress No more worry No more anxiety Yes I know this feeling I'm feeling happy

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I am an altar boy inside the Church of Continuous Wasted Opportunities. Smell that pungent incense? It is most definitely all that it seems to be. This God’s gift to mankind is what the three wise men were really trafficking—bringing forth a dank Exodus unto the Savior’s parents. They didn’t inhale the serpent’s lure, of course. Rejoice, one and all, across the land! Hallelujah, all ye indigo children of the desert! Now, a reading from the Book of Wardo, verse four, passage twenty: “And it was told that the ancient Aryana region would offer up such magical wonderment, derived from the sacred Kush bush, assisting the holiest disciples who prefer a mystically passive respite—for these blessed aficionados represent the completely frazzled and yet cautiously chosen few.”

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Jul 26, 2014

Jul 26, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC

fred-schrott

Four-Twenty Is My Three-Sixteen

I am an altar boy inside the Church of Continuous Wasted Opportunities. Smell that pungent incense? It is most definitely all that it seems to be. This God’s gift to mankind is what the three wise men were really trafficking—bringing forth a dank Exodus unto the Savior’s parents. They didn’t inhale the serpent’s lure, of course. Rejoice, one and all, across the land! Hallelujah, all ye indigo children of the desert! Now, a reading from the Book of Wardo, verse four, passage twenty: “And it was told that the ancient Aryana region would offer up such magical wonderment, derived from the sacred Kush bush, assisting the holiest disciples who prefer a mystically passive respite—for these blessed aficionados represent the completely frazzled and yet cautiously chosen few.”

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