A Poem about Cannabis Addiction.

Dope Junkie

I can't get enough,
enough of the stuff,
I haven't got a honey,
never got any money.

I live on tea and toast,
can't afford a roast,
just skin and bone,
I'm always on my own.

I'm quiet as a mouse,
never leave the house,
can't clean the place,
I'm always off my face.

Gunna grow my own,
the seeds I have sown,
hope I don't get busted,
my neighbors can be trusted.

Someone stole my crop,
took the bloody lot,
they were growing very well,
hope they burn in hell.