Thursday, September 10, 2026

My Last Taste Of Marajuana

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*** 
 
 
is 
the only day 
in history
to be 
remembered
as
a fraction
 
Tomorrow
is
also 
the 25th Anniversary
of the first day
of
World War Three
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Twenty-five years ago
today
[September 10, 2001] 
I
said goodbye
to getting
high
on 
chemical
substance
with the rare
exception
of
consuming 
or
one of its
alcoholic
companions
 
Stupidly
or
stupider,
we refuse
to acknowledge
the 
Third World War
because
it defies 
the formatting
of 
its  
predecessors
 
Al Queda
—the engineers of 9/11—
is 
much too 
funny sounding
of a name
to engineer
a World War
but that is exactly 
what they did
+
they got cousins 
by the dozens 
 
 
 
HOWEVER
one of my 
lifelong friends
who 
made a gazillion dollars
as a landscaper 
now 
grows it
in 
Upstate New York
and 
I would love to sample 
his wares
BUT
aside from being
madly in love
with 
Mr. Marajuana
[a/k/a Bill Maher]
Mrs. CarPeo
despises
everything 
it represents
and I am terrified
of
how 
I'd react to her
by going
puff puff
in 2026 
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