“Cannabis MacGyver”

MacGyver can stretch a nickel
So that it will last
At home he settles into his high fast
And at work
Even faster
A trip to the deck for enjoyment
To meditate with a Dutch Master
Even with no tools around
Cornhusk for his trees can be found
A mature bud from a field dense and dark
Cures the ailments of the eyes, lungs and heart
Metals, fruit and elements buried with the seeds
Changes the flavor
If it’s done from the start
You will see him in the park
With a cone shaped White Owl to spark
He’s been sighted in the woods
Toting weed licked in tree bark
Rice paper or an onion leaf
With nutmeg and honey
In times when it was not cheap
MacGyver obtained with no money
He’d even stuff it all in a Great Adventure blunt
Too most that would sound ridiculously funny
But not to Cannabis
Who smoked like the Energizer Bunny
Out of an old tissue roll
Along with some tin foil
You could create a quick pipe
If you know where to cut the holes
And hold your fingers and mouth just right
He sucked the air from a real skull’s bong
Squinted eyes real silly
With the likes of Cheech and Chong
Serious reasoning with the dreads
And smoked a chalice to the head
His kind
Anti-smokers can’t stand
Bald heads the size of logs
Catching a gun through the holes of his hands
Camouflaging kill from sniff dogs
When pulled over by the man
So normal
That they didn’t even notice
The lit spliff in his right hand
Music blaring
Tinted windows
A slow moving van
Through road blocks and tolls
Smoking that old Gold
You may ask
How and why I did it
Most would never overstand
I asked
How could you not?
Living in the city
In the mind of a Rasta man