Reefer Hits The Spot!

A poem about the use of medical marijuana.

Reefer Hits The Spot!

 

I can’t stop my use of pot,
It helps relieve my pain and makes it stop.

I used to see it at rock concerts
and smell the reefer drifting up from the bleachers,
never thought I would be a marijuana reacher.

But this disease has its grip on me,
I seek any and every way to find relief.

To hell with you who give me any despair,
if you were in this much pain you wouldn’t care,
the course of this disease is beyond repair,
the constant state of pain for me, is so hard to wear.

Get that finger away from me, don’t poke!
You wouldn’t think it was so funny if you
were the bloke of the joke.
For every time I need to, I will take a toke.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for a poetry contest. I don't have a fatal disease. But years ago, my aunt did and she did used medical marijuana to ease her pain. It really wasn't that affective in her case. But if I was in pain, I smoke as much as I could get to get out of my pain. I have a low tolerance for pain.

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

drugs are drugs, the original use was for relief of pain. no grief. Using for other reasons, as long as you hurt no one else, well, that's up to you, unfortunately heavy (non medicinal) users tend to hurt all around them eventually, including themselves. But again, I agree with you, any drug used to treat an ilness, even if it is a drug that is abused elswhere, is a medicine.

[Brian]

I agree with you, i'm not a big supporter of drugs, but medicinal marijuana can be very useful in helping pain of any disease you have. This was a superb poem.