the millionth ode to Mary Jane

(of coarse props go out to my man Shakespeare who i stole a couple lines from :P)

to blaze or not to blaze-that is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer soberness
while bongs and bubbler's offer outrageous fortune
against a sea of troubles
and by indulging- I awake and live
forever more content until my end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
become a blurry sense of unimportance
devoutly to be wished for one more toke
to puff to pass to dream
for in that cloud of smoke what dreams may come
of peace and pot and love
must give us pause and some respect
towards the life lived lapsed in green
for those who bear the whips and scorns of time
do not pass judgement- for you know not what our ways reveal
the oppressors wrong- the pothead's still thrive happily
the pangs of broken rules-the laws delay
the insolence of pigs, in all their glory
we endure, the patient merit of a worthy task
when he himself might question
are these life choices truly all that bad? 
to grunt and sweat under a weary life
with the dread of nothing after death
makes the undiscovered thoughts inside my head
ready to be loosened by my inhalation
which makes me aware of all the ills
that fly to others that I know not of
Thus reality doth make cowards of us all
and thus the native hue of resolution
remains tainted green with a pale cast of thought
reminding us we are alive in this moment
with the current conviction to love Mary Jane
Her touch gives rise to action and annihilation
Oh dear sweet Mary Jane
Be all my sins remembered