Happy 4/20 2018! We’ve already talked seriously about what almost legal means for attending events this year (be safe!). And this is a day of celebration. So it’s time for our annual puff’n’pass poetry. But Canada’s legalization, and the increase of corporate investors who have previously been anti-pot, mean worry remains over overturning past convictions, helping craft growers, and freeing cannabis in a capitalist society.
While we here at Twelve High Chicks try to keep current events that don’t directly involve the cannabis freedom movement out of our articles, sometimes the world can’t be ignored. What happened in Charlottesville, VA this past weekend is one of those times. And the best way I can express what I’m feeling is through cannabis, with puff’n’pass poetry.
4/20 2017 was a unique day in Canada. Just a week after the federal Liberals revealed legislation for recreational marijuana, we should have only been celebrating. Instead, advocates and activists were also protesting the ridiculous restrictions this bill introduces. It treats marijuana as more dangerous than alcohol and tobacco, encourages a big-business oligarchy, and won’t protect kids or drive out organized crime.
Editor’s Note: This poem was first published January 9th, 2015. But what good is being the editor if you can’t suggest people reread your rhymes?
Sometimes I sit in reverie,
and think ‘bout things
to do and see
and buy and try and master soon —
while smoking; staring at the moon.