Everyone says,
Pot is the best.
That pot is
Healthier,
Than the rest.
But I disagree
That’s just silly.
It doesn’t make you healthy,
It doesn’t make you cool.
I bet you don’t even know
What to do.
Do you know that pot screws up your brain,
It flips you and dips you till you feel insane.
We all have friends who,
Smoke pot.
We all have friends that mess up,
A lot.
One of my closest friends, she was really great.
Until one night she stayed up way too late.
Her friends pulled out a joint,
Each one of them took a puff.
They told my friend,
That they could see it in her eyes.
That she wanted to try some
That she wanted to get high.
She took hold of the joint and breathed in a deep breath.
This marked the beginning of one of life’s cruel tests.
With that first puff,
On that first night.
Friend took a scary and dangerous flight.
Down.
Down.
Down.
She turned into this monster that drank every night.
Stayed out too late.
With parents who didn’t care if she was there or anywhere.
A different person she had become.
Because of pot,
That people said was, “cool.”
“Yeah right.” I whisper as I watch friend drop out of school.
Friend lost the test,
That was created for her to beat the rest.
The rest of the drugs,
The rest of the beers,
I send my sympathy but it isn’t really sincere.
I wish you would have listened to me,
When I told you that pot wasn’t cool,
That it ruined your life,
That it made you a fool.
Now I wonder what you’re going to do.
Will you try other drugs?
And get addicted to those too?
Or will you die young, with your whole life ahead of you?
Your last dying thoughts would be why didn’t I listen to you?
So wherever you end up I hope you turn out okay,
That if by some miracle I see you walking on the sidewalk one day.
If I don’t though, which I probably won’t.
I’ll see you up high,
Somewhere in the deep blue of the sky.
Pot is the best.
That pot is
Healthier,
Than the rest.
But I disagree
That’s just silly.
It doesn’t make you healthy,
It doesn’t make you cool.
I bet you don’t even know
What to do.
Do you know that pot screws up your brain,
It flips you and dips you till you feel insane.
We all have friends who,
Smoke pot.
We all have friends that mess up,
A lot.
One of my closest friends, she was really great.
Until one night she stayed up way too late.
Her friends pulled out a joint,
Each one of them took a puff.
They told my friend,
That they could see it in her eyes.
That she wanted to try some
That she wanted to get high.
She took hold of the joint and breathed in a deep breath.
This marked the beginning of one of life’s cruel tests.
With that first puff,
On that first night.
Friend took a scary and dangerous flight.
Down.
Down.
Down.
She turned into this monster that drank every night.
Stayed out too late.
With parents who didn’t care if she was there or anywhere.
A different person she had become.
Because of pot,
That people said was, “cool.”
“Yeah right.” I whisper as I watch friend drop out of school.
Friend lost the test,
That was created for her to beat the rest.
The rest of the drugs,
The rest of the beers,
I send my sympathy but it isn’t really sincere.
I wish you would have listened to me,
When I told you that pot wasn’t cool,
That it ruined your life,
That it made you a fool.
Now I wonder what you’re going to do.
Will you try other drugs?
And get addicted to those too?
Or will you die young, with your whole life ahead of you?
Your last dying thoughts would be why didn’t I listen to you?
So wherever you end up I hope you turn out okay,
That if by some miracle I see you walking on the sidewalk one day.
If I don’t though, which I probably won’t.
I’ll see you up high,
Somewhere in the deep blue of the sky.
Spoiler
I wrote this for a poem to read to my health class, but I thought it would be a good thing to share to everyone here on YWS. Thanks for reading, sorry if it was too long that's always one of my biggest challenges when writing poetry. Because you have so much to tell, thanks for reading!
Peace,
Snickerdooly
Peace,
Snickerdooly
