Ode to Mary Jane
How I miss thee herbal remedy The way I would roll you between a blunt wrap so beautifully You'd smell of a crisp deep yum If only I could have you between my lips That'd be legit dumb But alas I'm waiting until I can feel Les anxiety and a better job deal How I loathe being an adult Can I not be 23? And get high by the beach, blissfully? Oh Mary Jane. Sweet Mary Jane. It's only been 90 days. I miss the way I feel with you. And the complete dense haze.















