The Scottish Bard, he claimed himself, and the patriotic artist of the Romantic Epoch — What if Robert Burns were smoking cannabis, rather than drinking? What if his famous poem praising Scotch Whisky were about the green fairy Mary Jane, the HERB?
That got the editorial thinking about how to “mimic” the old English ballad “John Barleycorn”, collected by Robert Burns in 1782, where the imaginary suffering of a personified barley crop was used to describe the process of the grain being cultivated and harvested, “tortured” in the mill, and… in the end of the hard way becoming the world’s best alcoholic drink, that brings joy to so many of our dudes. Whisky is Yum!
We reached out to a poet to breath a new life into the 230-years-old masterpiece of Robert Burns, instead of barley, our poet illustrated the humble life of a cannabis seed which is the starting point of home growing technics making way from seed to WEEEED we all love. Of course it’s a she, the Mary Jane female cannabis plant.
Sit back, relax and enjoy the work-of-art we proudly present, here it is:
Cannabis Poem “Mary Jane”
by Brendon J. O’Brien, (c) Angrybud.com
When Mary Jane had come of age,
Those ‘round her began to creep.
They plotted then to break her down
For some parts they would keep.
They looked upon her cautiously
Saw her grow dark in sun.
When sweat did glisten to their eyes
They knew their wait was done.
They waited for the very time
That Mary seemed mature.
They grabbed her in the open field,
Held lightly but made sure.
They checked her well and were convinced
That Mary Jane had grown,
Was strong and sweet and swollen enough
For them to call their own
Before poor Mary Jane could move
They broke off every limb
When that was done, they dragged her down
To a place much more grim.
Those men, they hung her bottom-up,
They left her there for days,
In the dry dark, till she might crack,
Till Mary’s light did fade.
They took her down, they pulled her close,
Took blade from head to shin
To cut whatever blemish clean,
Leave only Mary’s skin.
And from her skin came many things
When boiled and kept as drips,
Or ground up fine, and wrapped up tight,
And lit to someone’s lips.
Some men would use the girl’s remains
To hear some divine word.
Some others still took of her skin
Till awareness gleefully blurred.
Some look upon the men
Who did these things will such despair.
No one should use poor Mary’s body
Those people would declare
But some need Mary’s body
For much more urgent gain;
To calm their addled minds a while
Or free them from their pain.
From Mary’s sacrifice
Some people do regain control
From illnesses stealing bodies
Or addictions claiming souls.
Some say what happened to the girl
Is vicious, inhumane.
But there are lives so surely changed
By the body of Mary Jane.
Created exclusively for angrybud.com by the talented poet Brendon J. O’Brien from Trinidad and Tobago, West Indies, a tropical paradise in the Caribbean.
Yet another weed poem by another artist, and it starts appearing like if we collect online literature, and this is a new entry to the marijuana poetry collection. The author however used the spelling SENSIMILIA while we’ve changed it to SINSEMILLA (from Spanish “sin semilla” which is translated as “without seeds”) and here is the text of our new wonderful piece of new-age poetry. Enjoy the reading!
Sinsemilla was her name… The Weed Poem
SINSEMILLA was her name,
the bitch was hazy, drove men insane!
Or so they thought, these men of Grey,
whom never smoked a little hay.
But the fever’s come their way,
they try to kill her, everyday.
But Sensimilia was her name,
she spoke of truth in every say.
And so the Grey, they tried their way,
but never manage her to slay.
Until one day, when she slipped up,
and then the Grey got her by the gut.
And now her children’s with the Grey,
and they all smoke them every day.
And what they Grey, know not,
it’s of what kids, the woman got.
And now this day the Lion’s come,
upon a boat, straight from Zion.
But SINSEMILLA is her name,
the bitch is hazy, drives you insane!
And now all smoke her every day,
and praise as medicine in every say.
While SINSEMILLA grows strong,
and gives to all of us BIG BONGS.
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