It’s like almost every single day, my friend Mary Jane calls my name, she tells me to pick her up at my pusher’s house so she can temporarily ease my pain.

I can’t reject her call; she’s the precious friend I can’t disclaim. Mary Jane, Mary Jane, life without you can’t be the same.

If anyone could dig through my memory’s grave, they’d definitely see you in the hall of fame. You are the friend I always turned too, if I never met you, I’d go insane.

You are the only flower that can resist fire, possibly even flames. For those who rejected your beauty are foolish, they’re ignorant and lame.

They’ll never know how good you are at easing pain without an aim. Depending on how you feel on certain days, I know you can board me on a private plane.

Mary Jane, Mary Jane, screw those who dishonor your name. One thing I admire about you the most, is how you put my morals to shame.

Better yet, I love how you kill the repetitive events that occur in my brain. It’s too bad that you can only temporarily ease pain, but you can only do so much, so why should I blame?

You’re only here until a certain time, and then what else remains?

The beauty of the THC that come from the varieties of Miss.Mary Jane.