finally for you who really want to know

what it’s like these days for a real reformed hoe

I asked her and well in her younger days

she told me she used to smoke and blaze

she never drank but that was only a phase

it started first, just party for one night

then temptation got harder to fight

she turnt up at every excuse

she'd disappear to just cut loose

then no one prepared her and she got knocked up,

started drinking, got a felony, and in a year, was locked up

depression, oppression, humiliation and self-mutilation

she had to learn how to slow down her roll

or she was directly headed to lie six feet deep in a hole

she stopped drinking, stopped lying, and halted dying

her legs carried her through every rough step

her family watched and her father wept

for decades she broke promises or never kept

drinking or sober, she was left feeling older

she had grown up problems; she was already middle aged

facing adult problems causing her internal rage

she just wanted out of her nightmare's cage

she tried church and was rebuked for being a sinner

by judgmental hypocrites who loved their Sunday dinner

she worked hard and paid back all her debt

she changed, met a nice guy, they practiced safe sex

even though she had been on two train wrecks

he helped her finish getting it back together

season after season they did weather

he managed to do create a happy life

by making a reformed hoe a house wife

Attention while i ode to weed

for this I have a great need

love me my sativas

Jack Herrer, Greek Crack, and Durban do a please

But Colorado gave me a Strawberry cough and a sneeze

And then my hunny grew me lemon haze

it reframed the religion i use these days

otherwise they help me get through.

Then to relax, I like something blue

But purple is my favorite color, and add a little Kush too,

Even some Afghani big buds and give it some ice

man indicas know how to entice

Without these my brain would attack me

I couldn’t survive without weed

Im not forgetting about the hybrids

I prefer any of these to my old meds

So bless the initial stoner

And the first dispensary owner

and all of us who are pt. card holders

just kidding, weed is for everyone

Dang dirty fools got me feeling hood

Goin beat that ass, but really good

Come here you grown actin little tyke

Riding around on that little girl’s bike

Pink handlebars and a white basket too

I’ll bet you still beg mama to kiss that boo

I’ll make it where she can’t recognize your face

Your gonna have to hide you god damned disgrace

Go give that child her damn bike back

Before i set the dogs to attack

Shoot on second thought; Let them get your nasty ass

Maybe next time you’ll take a pass

better go on take your ass around the long way

Before I wake the boys to make you really pay

we haven't talked, month after month

i don’t know why we even front

this is just how things be for us

we don’t talk but we have way less fuss

than the families who pretend

don't lie, you ain't my friend

we might have been once upon a time

but now you'd sell me out for a dime

its alright though, just take it day by day

"I ain't made at cha" like Tupac say

we don’t have to each other aggravate or hate

only time will tell, we just have to wait

till then, lets keep keeping it real

keep your knife out of my back kind of deal

i'll always be civil and to my word hold true

if you realize and say that me, you never knew

it doesn't mean we can't ever retry

but right now, you keep making me cry

so go away and live beautiful and fair

all of the moments from here to there

splendid company they do make

there is always chatter of someone’s poor sake

I haven’t even met everyone

But I get along and have plenty of fun

I don’t know what job each does

Or why they’re standing all

In this lobby that is far too small

I can’t recall where exactly I was

Exactly during this particular buzz

But

Every time, my eyes would shut

I would feel the tense unease of my gut

I felt nevermore surrounded yet all alone

Choked on their vapor till I was stoned

Not a breath more could I inhale

It was now that my judgment was to fail

And They were laughing now at my poor sake

It took all of this to realize they were fake.

Dear Creator, I pray my prayer tonight

That justice find her way through the fight

this house is badly damaged, wrecked, and has needs

but was built on a rock that bleeds

who will stand to re-build, re-form, re-call

DEMAND JUSTICE FOR ALL

its everywhere, it must be the way

fire burned up the end of may

2020 the year of plenty

plenty of suffering; plenty of sorrow

plenty of nothing left for tomorrow

we are centuries later with little noted change

a great division exists among people in every range

education is still a privilege available to buy

if money were no issue and living was on high

if people were paid what they were worth

and manners, courtesy, and respect flowed forth

from all who lived on this big blue thing

if we all practiced tolerance and forgiveness reigned

isn’t it about time we all got a clue

be friendly, kind and support those who are true

people aren’t that different whether near and far away

maybe 2020 will rid humanities decay.

eye polked through life, peering through a monicle

riding through beauty a flat was to be had on an eye's cycle

trying to find the most beautiful thing wrong

how am eye supposed to use these feet, they just drag along?

are they even mine, thought the eye

just then the eye opened and saw

what was truly happening to us all

the lone monicle found it's way to the ground

everywhere every eye to and fro to be found

was already dying or just plainly dead

all from a single wound to the head

how could this very madness ever come to be?

how could eye ever pretend it did not to see

everything that has passed and brought thee

here to claim this monumental moment's sword

is the eye from minnesota raiding the cup-board

eyes that were dotted and eyes that were crossed

eye sincerely hope to avoid being lost

back in the day we made our poor parents pray

we were an awful sort of villian,

living for cheap thrills and

riding up and down wildly in that one horse town

where we could make a buck last long as we gave a f@ck.

before the boys considered us irritating noise

when some guys were really nice,

they’d talk and give really good advice.

when it was ok to not comb your hair for days

and personal hygiene was still a great maze

before hormones made us swelter in the heat

and grass stains were really something to beat

i was an equal on the field and a master at video games

you can see, i liked to win more than most dames

back when it was really fun, before “feelings” wrecked everyone

when wit was charming and intelligence ruled

it didn’t even bother a brother to be schooled

and it sure it wasn’t cool to be some dumb fool

back in the day, as people used to say

i wasn’t cool, but i did it my way.

a “nympho” i was labeled

i dont think they knew what it ment

since i was a virgin yet.

so ok, this is the hand i was delt

no one really cared how i felt

but honestly i didn’t feel that bad

it wasn’t true, it just made me mad

so none of my school mates did i dare to date.

none were interested in me anyhow

so here i stayed me, then to now

bushyheaded, awkward, and dumb

some labels are a better fit, others are fun

quite the combination for a lot of life

its no wonder i didn’t hurry to become a wife

but yes its true. your label now does fit

twenty years later and i’m teaching a bit

you got a nasty mind to think

that i was going to link

some kind of pornograpgic rated xxx

nympho-mastic type of sex

i have all of these

orange starfish flutter along

by my head faster

faster on yet they spin

all I can do is smile and grin

I cannot fabricate my delight

For this is my trite

I begged for with all my might

When yes. I dare knock at the door

Where the magic seeds have brought me before

They had grown more and more

The wizard of weed had made a backway to his store

There was great smoke, it filled my lungs

And my bell it clearly rung

I made a joke, smooth as a clown

So, I went walking through this dispensary town

Looking at weed and passing it around

the wiz said watch your greed

If a leaf should fall, You better take heed

Others will watch everything you do

Observant to every little cue

Do you pick it up or just move on

Unnoticed little pond

But I smoke and I smoke

with the giant beings

once in a while we see rings

we talk and learn

we all take a turn

there’s literally no fuss

I swear I heard no one cuss

But as I get too high,

On this cloud I begin to lie

Lower lower slower and slower

I drift down and roll over

the beanstalk is gone

totally removed from my lawn

ive never been so high

I know it wasn’t a dream heres why

It’s the next day and I still have a buzz

I try to remember but all the fuzz

I guess I don’t care, but ive never been higher

except that time I went through the Shire.