A Conversation With Mary Jane

Another night that lacks sobriety
A rebel smokes away society
Spinning in her holy high
The life she leads is glorified

Her normal life becomes a dream
By influxes of THC
Her mind breaks free, she comes to grips
By every marijuana trip

Let the wind come fly your kite
And go for journeys ever night
That huff of smoke, that burning cough
It's all enough to just get off

Contemplating life and love
The conversations say enough
She could ask for nothing more
This lonely stoner rules the world

Reviews

[Wolfie]

I identify with this so much. Very well done.
(I know you published this years ago but I still enjoy it.)

[Stripes]

Once again, this is amazing. I love the way you write, the flow. Everything.

[AchingAlexandra]

Loved it ~!

You just missed the 'y' on the 10th line . (: