[referee4]

As the night falls
On the small green shack
In there, sitting and pondering
is Old Uncle Jack

Reclined in his old green chair
it was only him;
No one else there

As boredom began to open it arms
Jack hobbled over to his cupboard and pulled out some stock
And there it was – there in his palm;
A small, plastic, fantastic zip lock
Inside it – magic, life, creativity and calm
All of that, but no harm.

As Old Uncle Jack resumed his place
It was only a matter of time
before he was in a happy space
A time so fun and calming, yet obscure
Sucking on the butt of life;
Jack felt so pure.

Now deep in the night, his mouth tasted like acid
But he didn’t care
He was so very placid.
Another drag taken
from the nature in his palm
But Jack was happy;
He knew he was doing no harm.

Laying there, night filled with mist
Toking on God’s greatest gift
Jack passed the hours on the farm
But it was all right
He was going no harm.