In the mood to smoke some dope,
Rebel against my problems and help me cope,
Pawning old DVD’s to raise easy money,
One hour from now, all I see will appear funny,
Walking through the rough, smelly parts of town,
To rely on weed to help me now I’m down,
I plead not for a side effect like paranoia,
I need this habit, mums the word to my employer.
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Brilliant! I feel paranoia only comes when you feel judged. Weed is a medicine and should be seen as such.
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