The Number Of The Beast

And they gathered from far and wide
From the great cities and countryside
For the great beast had many friends;
It was beast's way of making amends.

The beast's friends were innumerable
And they brought gifts consumable
For the great beast was one of peace;
He liked all his friends to be at ease.

His friends to him paid their homage.
Much paper was gathered in pilgrimage.
Boxcars of cannabis came down rail
As they all began to make their hail.

The great beast saw the job before him
As he picked out each seed and stem.
His friends ever present helped much
And gently was their magical touch.

And the expanse of paper was miles
On each and every face were smiles.
Front end loaders loaded with glee
As the operators dumped merrily.

The friends each started to race
Each wanting to be in their place.
But the great beast shook head no
For he wanted all his friends to know.

Alas, His friends were all delighted
And no riots or fights were incited.
No friends took offense in the least
All knew it the number of the beast.