Original poem by : Axton N.O. Mitchell
“Vice”
I just want to smoke a little
pot.
Don’t tell me you forgot.
It’s all I’ve really got,
to get me through each day.
Oh no don’t look at me that way.
You can have your nicotine
to choke down your frown.
Alcohol, each and everyday,
never skipping the fix.
Not even on your day of praise.
Caffeine keeps you going.
Fear you’d never make it in
without your cup of Joe.
But who’s to know.
The chemicals in your prescribed
Medicine you cannot even
pronounce.
What the heck?
Do you know what
they can cause?
Yet you trust they keep your
body in
check.
Judging me for rolling
up a grass.
Weed grows
straight from the earth.
In case you weren’t aware.
What a joke.
Seems like you could use a toke or two.
Lighten up we all have a vice.
Give yours up,
then judge me
or, you breach hypocrisy.
Whisper to the void it might whisper back