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Her Drug of Choice

She says she prefers weed That its as wholesome as green trees But if she’s a marijuana queen Why can’t she do more than eat Babies need their mothers Men need their lovers But her only desperate desire Is to set Mary Jane on fire Is it a gateway drug For many it is a help For her it’s not enough She mooches off everyone else Maybe her teens wasn’t a dream And she had childhood trauma But nearly thirty and it seems She is the cause of today’s drama I’m not a fan of anything That kills your motivation and dreams Your drug of choice isn’t working Please abort and start praying

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Date: 8/19/2024 10:40:00 PM
Good advice Karen. Drugs are for mugs we used to say. So many commit suicide with drugs. Hugs.
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Karen Jones
Date: 8/20/2024 1:11:00 AM
I don’t wish that on anyone Victor! My poem is however written with tough love! Hugs back dear poet!
Date: 8/19/2024 7:53:00 PM
Amen. Just can't see why adults waste time on the weed -- unless they're miserable, of course.
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Karen Jones
Date: 8/20/2024 1:08:00 AM
I agree! Misery loves company I hear! Thanks for reading so many of my poems Gershon!

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