AaI Harvey

Rookie - -12 Points (13/07/80 / Cannock)

Master Rasta 'The Blaster Of Disaster' - Poem by AaI Harvey

Master Rasta
‘The Blaster of Disaster’


Scooby Doobie, Pothead Ganga-Planter.
Hemp Man, Bat Man, Captain Cave Man.
They’re all here at the Northern Lights;
Abracadabra!
Paradise!


Jamaican Bush of Ye Ye Good Times;
Skunk can get you more wasted than Moonshine.
Roll it up! Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.
Here’s a big shout out to Dre and Eminem.
Cypress Hill just packed me a bong.
It went straight to my head, like a ‘Thud-doink! Bong!


I passed out and you picked me up
And rolled me a jay of African Bush;
All the way from Amsterdam.
This shit is good… Daammmnnnn! ! ! !


Dude! Like; check this out. This is Marijuana.
I got it from this Master Rasta, ‘Blaster of Disaster’. Iron-Lion Zion.
Roll a blunt for yourself my Son.
For I am flyin’ higher. Above and beyond!


Good herb indeed, my companion amongst thieves,
But this Mary Jane Dame is driving me insane.


So I’ll hide down here, amongst the weeds,
With the little people of paranoia and fear,
Who live in the middle of a blunt, my Dear.


The sirens flash over our heads…Duck!
We must plant ourselves, amongst the innocent and the good.


Such innocence hidden behind red eyes.
The look of fear…The unending smile.
Yes officer I do know I broke the law,
But I believe it to be wrong;
But I shall leave you now, here in peace,
To smoke your draw in your home.


I am gone.
My medicine has been dispensed.
I can have my medicine now nurse…
I can fix my mixed up head.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 3, 2013



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