An original poem, by Kryst

Pot is God's gift to us because he loved making folks numb in pain and lifted from stress-filled days of nonsense from folks won aren't high. Munchies like mofos; lost cuz we so fly. Dogs eat Cats cuz pussies R tasti like cakes. Green is for money, springtime, and bud. Sending your mouth into a frenzy of not tasting anything, just everyone.