Andrew Marvell Palimpsest (“The Grower’s Song”)

Used to be I had the world by the tail–
The lush buds fresh and sticky,
Green and kind behind the house
All of it, with me, a giant selfie
Till this babe Julie came and she
What I do to the pot, does to my head and me.

Like, for real–but somehow even while
That happened the buds grew bigger
And toking ’em, you got an even better
Buzz than before, no doubt–
Since Julie hit the scene and she
What I do to the pot, does to my head and me.

Ungrateful custies — how could you
Quit buying your dank from my stash?
And hang out smoking strange bongs
While I sit here, short on cash?
Cuz Julie came around and she
What I do to the pot, does to my head and me.

And tho we once were buds (get it?)
I’ll have my revenge — I’ll pack
Us all in a great big bowl
And light it up, smoke the whole
Damn thing — Julie’s in the house and she
What I do to the pot, does to my head and me.

And so, my plants, who’ve been
More like me than myself, I’ll go
Up in a giant puff of smoke,
Forgotten like a stale old joke,
Since Julie’s here, and she
What I do the pot, does to my head and me.

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