In puffed-up clouds of sweet and fragrant bliss,
A wondrous plant, with leaves both green and bold,
It’s said to ease the pain and grant a kiss,
To woes that weigh you down like leaden gold.
With every toke, anxiety takes flight,
Like pigeons chased by children in the park,
Instead of stressing ‘bout the world’s plight,
You’re munching snacks and giggling at the dark.
Oh cannabis, you’ve got the power to make,
A couch potato feel like a sprinting hare,
One puff and suddenly, the world’s a cake,
As friends proclaim, “We did not mean to share!”
With laughter’s high, forget the bitter woes,
So pass the joint, best health advice we know!
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