Flower Quid

germanamericanchurch

 

Everyone alway talks about swallowing medicine,

Or baking herbs into cookies,

But never the day they quided,

Under the tongue,

Above the sublingual duct,

Floating around,

Seeping into the brain,

And down the spine,

Sloshing the slightly cannabis alcoholic,

Flower extract with white peoples trying to pretend to be native,

This quid isn’t talked about ,

 

 

 

  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2020 15:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: Quid yeah best method ever
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
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