The sweet scent of marijuana.
The silver product of Hollandia.
The opium of of our masses.
Disruptor of our classes.
Polluting air, lungs and heart.
Creating foul and pretentious art.
Before and after every trip,
our love / hate relationship.
I used to smoke a lot of marijuana
and thus got inspired by the substance.
I stopped a little while ago and wrote a poem about that as well. which I'll put online in a few days from now.
