Why I love and hate marijuana:
I feel good, da na na na na na na.
And then I get the fuckits.
I'm motivated to do things.
That sometimes include sitting down.
I am creative, my senses elated.
But too many thoughts plague my mind.
It tastes delicious and mellows my voice.
I can't stop when I'm sick, then sound more like a boy.
I am confident when I'm a stranger.
I am an introvert with my friends.
I'm on my game and making people laugh.
But I can't wrap any logic round my head.
My intuition is sharper than a pin.
My calculator has become my new best friend.
And I love even more everything natural I see.
And I'm even more cynical against stupidity.
But it's all right, no nothing can trouble me.
Except when I put off all my homework and smoke weed.
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