So much sniffing you hand antihistamines
Mouth fuzzy needing Listerine
This amount at least a misdemean
Strike three it’s five years or fifteen
I’m a Lecter fiend who feeds on weed
The lambs silenced when I’ve got my green
My needs are seen to
My clouds can’t see through.
Got more ill eagles than bird hospice
Living off world on a moon called Illegalus Four
Beyond Musk’s dreams, league of our own
Drones like steel kestrels circle my home
Strafing away from the stones I throw
Camera knows
Who what I know
Where I go
Location tracking built into phones
All roads may lead to Rome but where your message goes only baddies know
Got cash had pocket lint
More plastic baggies than the Mint
Outside Moreen where my best mate Mikey kicked
Another weed demon by green driven
Thought he had the habit kicked, moved away couldn’t get his fix
No sooner had he sourced a link, he was pulling flowers offa sticks.
Alchemisland 
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