Interesting work-
couldn't open an account
they sold drugs, crowded.
Growing plants-rooting
flowers and buds to retail
marijuana' details
Joints for $8.05
sweet grass-$2.99, Co2 concentrated-$45.99
selection for delights.
Legal store under
conditional license chartered
thousands made, taxes after.
No banks were dared to
open account- laundry money
they're guns loonies.
Carried cashes to
discrete places days and nights
fear for life, flight.
The more they're doing
greater business, no downer,
but more men, gunned down.
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