Pot Hash Ganja Weed,
Whatever you're called it's you I need,
Crumble, roll, inhale and taste,
Far too precious to go to waste.
From Amsterdam to Jamaican heights,
Durban Poison and Northern Lights,
Whether in skins, a bowl or bong,
To get me stoned it won't be long.
I'll puff and suck, draw you inside,
Then find a place for you to hide.
I wish they'd understand and see,
What your buzz does for me.
Thai stick, leafy buds,
Nepalise fingers and soapy suds,
Luscious, smelly, black and sweet,
Even good enough to eat.
You make me laugh, you are such fun,
I smoke and smoke until I'm done.
And then I have to find a place,
For you to hide until where you'll be safe.
For if they found you, I would wail,
Arrested, fined, even jail!
Goodbye for now my precious gift,
See ya next time in my spliff!
