The Scottish Bard, he often claimed himself, the patriotic artist of Romantic Epoch — What if Robert Burns were smoking cannabis, rather than drinking? Heh! What if his famous poem praising Scotch Whiskey were about the green fairy Mary Jane, the HERB?
That got the editors here at Angrybud.com thinking about how to “copy” the old English ballad “John Barleycorn”, once 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 taste buds. That’s Whiskey! Mmm! Yummi!
So we reached out to a poet to breath some new life into the more than 230-years-old masterpiece of Robert Burns, instead illustrating the life cycle of the cannabis seed which is surviving the modern growing technology to become one day a WEED we all love. And of course it’s a she, the Mary Jane, the female cannabis plant. Well now, sit back, relax and take a look at the entertaining work-of-art, herein:
Cannabis Poem “Mary Jane”
by Brendon J. O’Brien, (c) for Angrybud.com exclusively.
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 our website by the talented poet from Trinidad, West Indies, a paradise island lying in the Caribbean. Visit his website to discover more of his breathtaking art by this link: www.brendonjobrien.com