"I am the Lorax.
I speak for the trees."
And the trees,
To be honest,
They hate it here
We never give them a break
And that's a shame
Since theres a plant out there that's fit
To take up some of the slack
The trees, you see,
Are beyond anxious
To disappear for good
And laugh at us
When we finally realize
That the cultivation of hemp
Not for medicine or recreation
But for industrial purposes
Would likely have saved us all
Fabric,
Paper,
Food,
Fuel
It grows back faster than a mighty oak
And doesnt deplete the soil
It wasn't even prohibited
In the Garden Of Eden
Unlike the Tree of The Knowledge of Good And Evil
Now, there's some divine irony
If ever I saw any
(And I promise you
I have)
The trees are going to laugh
When we've finally lost them all
Especially when they find out
That "trees"
Is slang
For "POT"
Ha!

02/26/2005

Author's Note: I stole the first 2 lines from the Dr. Suess Classic, "The Lorax." Duh.

Posted on 02/26/2005
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