VIANARCHRIS
Well-Known Member
I apologize to anyone expecting actual poetry!
Deep in thought, on my old couch I sit
From the shiny Volcano, I take a huge hit
I ponder the year, and the events that occurred
And strangely enough, it all seems quite blurred
Our PM Stephen Harper, and his HC minions
They changed the damn rules, and ignored our opinions
They outed our names, we vowed to get even
We filed a lawsuit...A 'fuck you, Stephen'
Absolutely no more, they said to our grows
And use plenty of cat litter when you go to dispose
Get fuckin' serious, we said with a grin
Try all you want, you ain't gonna win
We got us a weapon, one we call John
To the courts we go, the fight is now on
We won round one, it looks good for round two
Waiting till February is all we can do
The licensed producers have been a big fail
When rights are restored, their clients will bail
I'm feeling good, as '15 quickly approaches
I think of the future as I roll up some roaches
We are not done the fight, we still have one ambition
To elect a new government and end prohibition.
As I end this poem, I have one more point
I'll try to remember it while I smoke this joint.
Happy New Year!
Deep in thought, on my old couch I sit
From the shiny Volcano, I take a huge hit
I ponder the year, and the events that occurred
And strangely enough, it all seems quite blurred
Our PM Stephen Harper, and his HC minions
They changed the damn rules, and ignored our opinions
They outed our names, we vowed to get even
We filed a lawsuit...A 'fuck you, Stephen'
Absolutely no more, they said to our grows
And use plenty of cat litter when you go to dispose
Get fuckin' serious, we said with a grin
Try all you want, you ain't gonna win
We got us a weapon, one we call John
To the courts we go, the fight is now on
We won round one, it looks good for round two
Waiting till February is all we can do
The licensed producers have been a big fail
When rights are restored, their clients will bail
I'm feeling good, as '15 quickly approaches
I think of the future as I roll up some roaches
We are not done the fight, we still have one ambition
To elect a new government and end prohibition.
As I end this poem, I have one more point
I'll try to remember it while I smoke this joint.
Happy New Year!
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