weedA Poem by Moka George Mikeits about weedWEED!
I feel the wave of the smoke Castrating the auction of the normal so I mock So captivating my nostrils that I unlock I remember the ship at the dock With the stuff in it which it broke So hurting to the users till they poke One another coz they won’t rock The daily sniffing of the coke In the mornings when the c**k Usually crows like a peacock. By the way have u ever drunk soup with a fork? Or have a taste of the famous drink Ciroc? This is not a joke My life is locked with a padlock Not a lie I’m a hillock bullock Just ask the Doc.
My health is not yet, completes a mess But I rather guess The consequences that I will face Will not make me embrace The fruits I was to suppress To fulfill and compress The problems that am about to confess That would end with ‘May the grace…’ But let me start with a low pace
The power of experimenting a new thing indeed Just seeing, holding and touching the seed So small, no big deal just a bid So I did I took a puff of the weed Surely it was sweet made me greed I started seeing many images think its photo grid It made me different till I forgot to feed And also never minded to read In my mind I just said, ‘Weed! Weed! Weed! ’ My future was not fore told By any person who is old But just one puff of the weed you’ll feel bold Temperatures changes feeling so cold Hunger will make you feed on mould Your emotions will unfold The dreams of you gaining a silver or gold But relax and stay on hold Change your lifestyle and turn to God The creator who is the Lord Almighty is Him who is odd.
This Weed spoils people especially with education Those having real visions and ambition Of building their own classy nation Sub-creation intervention Which generate innovation? Of people having proper no peculiar intention But they still cannot hear the weed-function It is to destroy the future generation The imbibitions of the exhibition Sorry for the big words just pay attention.
In this weed I’m a victim I started taking it while in this system I remember the first day I feast in The smoke while in the crib in Not even my friend Christine Knew that I was in this thing My great partner Justine Whom our friendship was everlasting Saw me heading to nothing So I want to quite just to conclude in something This is a summer thing Which will eventually finalize in a bursting? Moment of captivating Stop sign is what I’m hesitating Coz my body is auto-reacting persisting So I say ‘No more Weed!’ casting. On the fifth day of the week I feel so weak My body is craving for something to leak I feel okay but kind of sick I have to call my friend Rick Just to confirm if there is a wick I need no one, even a chick Feeling like giving someone a kick But I want a weed then I take a pic’ Then I give myself a tick.
Weed is a bad killer enemy If you don’t believe me ask Emily The one who lost her long time boyfriend Jeremy I pray also not me To do die young as in Deuteronomy The book taking much about felony But in a tissue paper harmony You’ll become so horny After a puff while you spending your money.
Weed will make you be cast out And your pals will always pretend to shout When they find you in a hospital bed crying out To die just about Fighting for your life sweating like a tout But declare with your heart and mouth That you will put weed out Of the Temple Of God so be the scout.
Weed! Weed! Weed! Avoid it Just try and believe it Make it good not to think of it Be the extra ordinary counterfeit From the head to the feet Be pure, healthier a clean sheet Make your health fit So as to feel the normal heat.
© 2015 Moka George Mike |
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