A Prague pot poem

Cannabis is green.

It can help with some pretty serious illnesses.

It can be abused, misused and wasted.

Smoking pot might make you a cliché.

Using cannabis will make you seem like a reformed rapist in the eyes of the ignorant.

Not being a stoner cliché will help change the ignorant buffalo’s opinion of cannabis.

Cannabis is an amazing tonic for older people. It brings down natural inflammation and helps repair worn out old bodies.

Cannabis kills stress, which is lucky because stress kills people.

Cannabis is a gift from Mother Nature.

Cannabis might stop our species from fossil fuel driving our civilization off the cliff.

Did you see the might in the last sentence? Might? Even with cannabis and a reconnection to the natural world, we might be goosed anyway.

Cannabis is to human consciousness, as lobbyists are to the political system. Cannabis is a message from Mother Nature. Dude, chill and stop trying to kill the planet. Find peace with each other. Work to extinguish hate and ignorance.

Cannabis is an intoxicant that can make you smile and think as it regulates your nervous and endocannabinoid systems.

If you take a look at the world, a little more thinking is probably a good thing.

There is a reason ancient cultures worshiped pot.

We can and should cooperate, there is a bigger picture reason. Until we exercise our rights, the corporate system will try to remove them.

Try to fall in love, every day.

Love and laughter