How to Cook Pot and Chill Out The World (a Poem)

Fucking people wound up tight,
Pissed off, angry, prepped to fight.
Self-indulgent, feeling blue.
They want their cake and eat it too!

Depressed and bored, jacked on pills,
Blaming others for their ills,
So when they’re whining for a break,
Just give ’em a smile, and let ’em eat cake!

How much pot could a pot cook cook,
If a pot cook could cook pot?

Fourteen grams is all you’d need,
Dried and cleaned, any kind of weed.
Put a pound of butter in a pot,
With two cups water, lid on top.
Keep it low and you’ll soon see,
You’ll be brewing THC!
Every hour stir the mix,
Three odd hours, up to six.
With some cheesecloth, strain the shit
Then put the pot in the fridge for a bit.
Butter floats and makes a puck,
Throw out the water, yuck yuck yuck!
With that butter you can make
Cookies, brownies, pies and cake!

How much pot could a pot cook cook,
If a pot cook could cook pot?

Look around and you’ll see,
Cannabinoid deficiency!
If I had my meager say,
They’d be eating pot all day!

Rushing, stressing, guilt and greed,
Buying things they just don’t need,
Seeking fortune; power; fame.
Man I hate these fucking games!

As we try to live our life,
We’ll always have to wield a knife.
Just cut the cake and keep your cool,
‘Cause every weapon is a tool!

How much pot could a pot cook cook,
If a pot cook could cook pot?

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