Weed

I love weed; Afghan Red to be precise It is my favourite illegal vice I do it in the bath and in the hall I smoke it in summer and right through fall I smoke in class and in canteen I smoke when cops are on the scene, I light up when in academic gown, a practice that made my former Wife frown And on the bus it is a hoot, to fill the Air with devil’s suit; to draw it in And keep it down, is much preferred On trip through town So if you feel life’s closing in, forget The doctor or the gin, it’s weed that Makes the world go round, its soothing Pleasure…it has no measure... this wicked vice, I'll always treasure