Ode to the weed that grows in my room
I water you and nurture you and anticipate your bloom.
your sweet skunky smell, your potant THC,
It was love at first toke, I knew you were for me.
My timer adusts you to 12/12 and now your awake
in eight short weeks you will get me baked.
My government would like you to be dead,
but all I want is you in my head.

Gatekeeper