Weed
I love weed; Afghan Red to be precise
It is my favourite illegal vice
I do it in the bath and in the hall
I smoke it in summer and right through fall
I smoke in class and in canteen
I smoke when cops are on the scene,
I light up when in academic gown,
a practice that made my former
Wife frown
And on the bus it is a hoot, to fill the
Air with devil’s suit; to draw it in
And keep it down, is much preferred
On trip through town
So if you feel life’s closing in, forget
The doctor or the gin, it’s weed that
Makes the world go round, its soothing
Pleasure…it has no measure... this
wicked vice, I'll always treasure
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