Google Pot Farmer Poem $ Poem by Tom Zart

GOOGLE POT FARMER POEM $
I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot
You better believe, it held a whole lot.
I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame
Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

I tried alcohol; smoked cigarettes
They did nothing, but give me regrets.
My mom had arthritis couldn't walk around
I rolled her a joint, she danced on the ground.

I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack
After I smoked some, to me it came back.
Soon I decided prices were high
I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

I bargained for seeds from smokers all around
Got in my truck and drove out of town.
I walked through the woods where wild birds nest
Found me the meadow I thought was the best.

I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds
Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.
I watered at night with a five-gallon pail
Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

Seven months went by; I thought I would die
Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.
At night I went out, in a camouflage suit
Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.

I hung it up to dry where it couldn't be found.
Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.
I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags
Called all my friends passed out free drags.

In less than a week my crop was gone
I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde! !

By Tom Zart
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