# Pot City

Author: Cris_Fireheart
Tags: Drugs, Poetry, Smoking, free verse, reality

#25 of Poetry, both old and new

A poem about smoking. This isn't technically furry or not, but do you wanna guess what state I'm in when I write?

Oh, man... can you feel it?

Let's hit it! I'm down...

So much work to wear

The crown...

Pot city,  can you feel it?

Let's be real; it doesn't kill;

It's not legal; still I feel

Regal...

If I can take a hit,  

And nobody gives a shit,

Are we equal?

Can you feel it?

I got plans,  you know?

But like my mans, I'm not

On the throne. 

I can feel like an emperor;

I can laugh and I can cry. 

But can you tell me

Why?

No. Pot city; that's where

I want to go. 

Let me be! Maybe even

Leave me alone...

Give me white rhino, 

Give me purple haze!

Let me float through 

All of my days...

Pot city , grant me asylum!

And never ask me

Where I come from...

Give me glory, and

Give me peace!

Don't ask me to say

Whence,  I can reach. 

Shut up! Sit down! Take

A hit. 

I thought you had

A frown,

This must be good shit. 

You're over it.

Welcome to my town. 

Pot city; pass it around!

And never ask me what

I'm running from;

Just hit it with me;

There's something

In being numb...

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/zeROAlMm
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