WEED
By David Ball
Use the
weed
Grown from
seed
Let your
mind be freed
What more
do you need.
Use the
weed
Let this be
your creed
Be free
from greed
Live life
at a slower speed.
Use the
weed
Pain will
quickly recede
Come follow
my lead
Listen as
Pan plays his reed.
Use the
weed
This is my
plead,
Never do an
unworthy deed
In us this
idea can breed.
Use the
weed
Are we all
agreed?
Until
stones bleed
Use the
wind as your steed
And use the
weed.
