weed

i enjoy the smell, enjoy the taste,
i love the stupid look across my face,
i love the way my head feels wrapped
in comfort and joy, i enjoy the tapped
top of a beer bottle feeling
that has me relaxed and oh so appealing
warmth that has a stork flying hi to stealing
stars out the sky with ideas and arms of love,
feeling my thoughts rising high above
any i had in a sober state,
and damn it, it feels great,
i love how i feel high on weed,
you can keep your coke and speed,
i know what i can handle and need,
keep your ecstasy, heroin, and greed,
i proceed through life with clear sights
and i write to you with light sometimes in bytes
colored by greens, you know what i mean,
and so i proceed to bring visions of dreams
i feel in a manner that does seem to deem
me as your guide in a lyrical ride
as i describe all i see and confide
about my life as i view it,
and you can do with it
whatever you wish,
i lay it out in a dish
of morsels for your prevue,
so make of it whatever you wish to,
either way i'm here
putting words out to you