Pot Head

Once when I was young 1978

Once while I was walking,

I was asked, What I thought of Pot.

So I told my friend, while facing,

I’d given it quite some thought.

The subject is a neat one,

and then he asked me why ?

I started off by saying,

Its fun to be quite high.

He said without stopping,

what’s it like to fly ?

I understand its keen,

So I said, why not try ?

He said my fears have held me back,

and not knowing is a fear,

I said, try it just once my friend,

then it will be clear.!

He asked me if its healthy ?

and did I think he should.

So toking down a Dooby,

of stuff I knew was good.

We sat there for a moment,

He said I think I understand,

His head begin to wonder,

while his mind begin to scan.

Wow, was his expression,

Glee, was his frame of thought,

He begin to see things,

that he had never sought !

And with this understanding,

none more would need be said,

He liked the feeling of the Pot,

and there became a HEAD !!

Knowman

　

Reviews

[LetMeLaughLetMeSing]

Wow, this almost makes me curious about pot. Great poem, Knowman!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Never tried pot, but your poem was written excellent!