Herbs

by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

What kills you..
Is not what's within it..the way that you smoke it..
..the way that it chokes ya.
But the way that you deal with the consequence.

Hence.
I try not to do it.
Actually I keep far away from that king of shit..
..which was named quite well it's..
..just another drag down into hell.

But I ain't no crusader
Not one of them spread it on marmaladers.
Keeping it real
I shuffled the pack
I had my deal.
Three aces..a jack I ain't going back
Stick with what I got.

Who takes the pot..?
Not me.

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