The Train Leaves at 4/20

all aboard the pot train my friend

your time is here

the demonization has come to an end

it’s really mind blowing seeing marijuana legit

to an old hippie like me

that’s as good as it can get

back in the day pot was a crime

no such thing as legal weed

with arrests going on all the time

those who smoked Mary Jane

risked their very freedom

running in the fast lane

more than half of the USA

has legalized marijuana

and more states are on the way

I really didn’t think

I’d live to see the day

Marijuana Strong

it’s been used for at least 5,000 years

around the time people first drank beers

used in China and Egypt to heal

ingesting pot was no big deal

cultures worldwide harvest weed

with hemp and flower they succeed

what was once illegal in the USA

a green market now here to stay

people use weed to fight depression

and PTSD regression

then there’s one of the best reasons why

people really like to get pleasantly high!

My Bangkok Tour Guide

Essay – 246 words

While walking down a street in the Kingdom of Thailand where ex-pats from around the world land, blending seamlessly into the local 1970 economy, I met a young boy with a man’s eyes.

He was probably ten – going onto forty – with worldly knowledge far beyond his tender years. Anuia was a frail street waif with the wisdom of the local marketplace for sale. He promised the best place to stay, my drug of choice, and prostitutes with breathless beauty, if I hired him throughout my stay.

We toured a banana plantation, and a red light district called
Pattaya, with outrageous sex acts they were not even considered risqué in the day. Creedance Clearwater Revival rocked the bars with “Looking Out My Backdoor.” I smoked some of the best weed in my life, comparing it to the Vietnamese strain that made you forget your name.

We watched kick fighter’s knock each other out, only to get up afterwards and respectfully bow to one another. Anuia shared his best curse words to get quick results, and bargained over every transaction like it might be his last. He was shrewd and a survivor, with no parents or family.

The thing that impressed me the most was he was always smiling – except when he negotiated a deal. His smile seemed to defy the life he led. When my time was up, and I had to go, he shook my hand, then turned to greet another group of visitors deplaning nearby.

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