On The Eve Of Legal Marijuana Use Poem by Chuy Amante

Have we evolved or fallen off the sane train?

The cure for all of the planet's bane?

Reefers of trees, greenyum, pot, weed, herb,
nugs, buds, bongs, hitters, blunts
and s-hitters
at the weed clubs
they called it girl scout cookies,
train wrecks, meds, for pain
cancer and sadness
it grows ubiquitously
everywhere, when left alone.

Free help in everyone's backyard
made by god I guess
needed by police and soldiers everywhere

California is evolving or maybe the
politicians only figured out how
to have the sheeple vote
for their stealing another billion