weed

weed

A Poem by Moka George Mike
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its about weed

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WEED!

 

I feel the wave of the smoke

Castrating the auction of the normal so I mock

So captivating my nostrils that I unlock

I remember the ship at the dock

With the stuff in it which it broke

So hurting to the users till they poke

One another coz they won’t rock

The daily sniffing of the coke

In the mornings when the c**k

 Usually crows like a peacock.

By the way have u ever drunk soup with a fork?

Or have a taste of the famous drink Ciroc?

This is not a joke

My life is locked with a padlock

Not a lie I’m a hillock bullock

Just ask the Doc.

 

My health is not yet, completes a mess

But I rather guess

The consequences that I will face

Will not make me embrace

The fruits I was to suppress

To fulfill and compress

The problems that am about to confess

That would end with ‘May the grace…’

But let me start with a low pace

 

The power of experimenting a new thing indeed

Just seeing, holding and touching the seed

So small, no big deal just a bid

So I did

I took a puff of the weed

Surely it was sweet made me greed

I started seeing many images think its photo grid

It made me different till I forgot to feed

And also never minded to read

In my mind I just said, ‘Weed! Weed! Weed! ’

My future was not fore told

By any person who is old

But just one puff of the weed you’ll feel bold

Temperatures changes feeling so cold

Hunger will make you feed on mould

Your emotions will unfold

The dreams of you gaining a silver or gold

But relax and stay on hold

Change your lifestyle and turn to God

The creator who is the Lord

Almighty is Him who is odd.

 

This Weed spoils people especially with education

Those having real visions and ambition

Of building their own classy nation

Sub-creation intervention

Which generate innovation?

Of people having proper no peculiar intention

But they still cannot hear the weed-function

It is to destroy the future generation

The imbibitions of the exhibition

Sorry for the big words just pay attention.

 

In this weed I’m a victim

I started taking it while in this system

I remember the first day I feast in

The smoke while in the crib in

Not even my friend Christine

Knew that I was in this thing

My great partner Justine

Whom our friendship was everlasting

Saw me heading to nothing

So I want to quite just to conclude in something

This is a summer thing

Which will eventually finalize in a bursting?

Moment of captivating

Stop sign is what I’m hesitating

Coz my body is auto-reacting persisting

So I say ‘No more Weed!’ casting.

On the fifth day of the week

I feel so weak

My body is craving for something to leak

I feel okay but kind of sick

I have to call my friend Rick

Just to confirm if there is a wick

I need no one, even a chick

Feeling like giving someone a kick

But I want a weed then I take a pic’

Then I give myself a tick.

 

Weed is a bad killer enemy

If you don’t believe me ask Emily

The one who lost her long time boyfriend Jeremy

I pray also not me

To do die young as in Deuteronomy

The book taking much about felony

But in a tissue paper harmony

You’ll become so horny

After a puff while you spending your money.

 

Weed will make you be cast out

And your pals will always pretend to shout

When they find you in a hospital bed crying out

To die just about

Fighting for your life sweating like a tout

But declare with your heart and mouth

That you will put weed out

Of the Temple Of God so be the scout.

 

Weed! Weed! Weed! Avoid it

Just try and believe it

Make it good not to think of it

Be the extra ordinary counterfeit

From the head to the feet

Be pure, healthier a clean sheet

Make your health fit

So as to feel the normal heat.

         ©Moka George Mike

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2015 Moka George Mike


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Added on February 2, 2015
Last Updated on February 2, 2015
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Moka George Mike
Moka George Mike

Mombasa, Changamwe, Kenya



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