My Marajwuana Leaf

Back in the 60's.
I owned a plant.
It was so green.
It sparkled bright.
I cared for it.
With all my heart.
Until it was grown.
I tore it apart.
I shoved it in a bong.
And lit it on fire.
I took a deep breath.
Let the smoke lift me higher.
I lose my mind.
To my beautiful leaf.
The colours swirl round.
In another breath.
The world spins around.
Like a super-charged toilet.
I lay down on the grass.
Feeling so..... tired.......

I do not smoke crack I'm totally against drugs alcohol and smoking also I'm only 13