You Naughty Boy Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I smoked some weed.
I remember my first experience.
And I liked it.
I guess.

I didn't think too much of it.
But then...
As I was walking down the street,
Early that Saturday morning...
This huge rabbit started following me.
It made me nervous.
I thought it was a butterfly.
Carrying a bag of carrots and a maroon cabbage.
Before it got closer...
Trying to convince me,
To exchange my munchies...
I was sharing with these birds wearing tophats,
Tap dancing with the squirrels singing...
'You Naughty Boy',
As I heard this cop ask me...
Why I was trying to climb a tree,
With my bare hands.

'Young man,
Are you trying to impress me?
Or are you just 'high' on life? '

~Is that 'You' God? ~

'No.
I'm a cop.
And I have never seen anyone,
Attempting to climb a tree...
Without the use of their feet.'

~Oh.
Thank you so much 'officer'.
I wondered where they were.
May I use them now? ~

'You kids.
One day...
Whatever it is you are on,
They will legalize.
I can see it coming.'

~My high on life? ~

'No.
Whatever made you high.
And stop smiling at me.
I'm serious.'

~Please don't tell the rabbit.~

'Are you kidding?
I just don't want to see you again,
Like this.
Is that clear? '

~God?
You wont.
I promise.~