Oh D'arcy (420 unfriendly)

You know I love you son,
But look what you've become.
See what you are doing,
And how much you're scaring mum.

That toxic filth that you inhale,
Changes something thats inside.
Your sister won't come near you,
And the dog seeks a place to hide.

You say you're not addicted!
But I fear you've passed this stage.
If we won't give you money for weed
You fly into a rage.

You become aggressive and violent,
But not when I am home.
Because you know if you squared up to me
I would drop you like a stone.

This has always been a home for you,
And not just somewhere that you live.
But when things get smashed and broken,
Then something has to give.

I bought an iPhone for your birthday,
But in another temper fit.
When you couldn't get money for weed,
You smashed the thing to bits.

You're 18 years of age now,
So in the eyes of law a man!
You need to stop smoking that poison
But I'm not sure that you can.

That mind altered state that you inhabit,
Has led you to the police.
From the stupid reckless things you do,
When with that hazy, smoke filled beast.

Your opinions and thoughts are twisted,
I would expect better from a child.
And even when coherent,
We await Jekyll and Hyde.

I don't know what to do for you,
Perhaps it's time you made your way.
This is not something that I desire,

But something needs to change!