Consider a planet the mirror of Earth,
a place that is nearly our twin,
where Cannabis is legal
and sugar is banned.
Where you can have “coke”
But not gin.
Would moonshiners distill
sour mash in their still?
Would junkies there “jones” for some “Cane”?
Would addicts have shakes
due to no frosted flakes.?
Would they murder and steal
for sweet sin?
There, those who like smokes
Would be left free to “toke”
While the sweet toothed
were facing hard time.
To rehab they’d go
And be fed sweet and low.
To keep sugar
Off of their minds
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