I smoked up at fourteen with romantic notions

Of poets across the Atlantic Ocean doped up on morphine

I was hoping the stuff would be an infinite source of dreams

I wanted to see if it was a portal to the immortal stream

Or just a weed; so I sowed the seeds

Hoping there was more to see, and with more attempts

To score a glimpse into the vortex of hemp’s

Female sex organs, I was just more convinced

Of the transformative potential of my distorted senses

With the doors of perception open everything gets more intense

Every chore is an adventure and trip to the store a quest

To explore foreign destinations, or a test

Of orientation, if you forget your address

My objective was to lower stress

But the side effects were quite the opposite

With blood clots in my eye sockets

My optical field was myopic

Short sighted, I would often fly off topic

Preoccupied by the microscopic

I entirely lost sight of my higher project

Plus I was exhausted; time for a diagnostic

From Betty Ford; I guess I was ready for it

Before I knew it I was twenty-four

And I couldn’t think of any reason to do it any more

Dr. Greenthumb, why’d you stop my dreams comin’?

Numbin’ me slow, leavin’ my mind stream stumblin’

Drainin’ me dry of my deep need to be somethin’

Put my feet up and I’m a slave to weed burnin’

Curled up in a fetal position, a baby on bean-bag

Evil visions flutter ‘round me as I lean back

Seein’ spiders creeping in the shadows on the ceiling

Insects steal inside my neckline, I can feel ‘em

Even my friends are mocking me, I can hear it

In their vocal tones, social misfit losing hope alone

I need a cup of tea, and a blanket to cover me

Feelin’ uppity; can’t catch the subtleties

But for some reason I wrap up another reefer and suddenly

My head is muddled utterly; “Fuckin’ freak”

My friends are muttering now; my words are tumblin’ out

All wrong, mouth closing and opening

Where is this rhyme supposed to be goin’?

What’s wrong with Rowan?

Dr. Greenthumb, why’d you stop my dreams comin’?

Numbin’ me slow, leavin’ my mind stream stumblin’

Drainin’ me dry of my deep need to be somethin’

Put my feet up and I’m a slave to weed burnin’