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Ostrich
When life seems oh so dreary and each day seems a fight
Spark up a little doobie and you know you’ll feel alright.
If the housework weighs upon you and your temper’s running hot,
Chill out and put your feet up, watch telly, smoke some pot.
Your worries fall about you, like teardrops lost in rain.
Let your hassles float away – you’re off your head again!
But when you wake next morning, ranged around your bed
Are all the problems you’ve ignored, raising their ugly heads.
The Ostrich, I have heard it said, when danger looms is a stupid bird.
Instead of flight, it hides it’s head – is this behaviour not absurd?
Your walls of smoke may seem like stone but they’re really very thin.
No matter how strong you think they are, reality will get in.
The reason for this lengthy rhyme, the message I’m trying to give,
Is stop drugs now, while you still have time, and re-learn how to live.
With apologies for the sheer cheesiness of it all
I'll add that the thread title says 'pome' because I'm not a poet, if I was it'd say 'poem'!
I suppose you could say that I see myself as a 'pote'.
Let me know what you think about it anyway?
When life seems oh so dreary and each day seems a fight
Spark up a little doobie and you know you’ll feel alright.
If the housework weighs upon you and your temper’s running hot,
Chill out and put your feet up, watch telly, smoke some pot.
Your worries fall about you, like teardrops lost in rain.
Let your hassles float away – you’re off your head again!
But when you wake next morning, ranged around your bed
Are all the problems you’ve ignored, raising their ugly heads.
The Ostrich, I have heard it said, when danger looms is a stupid bird.
Instead of flight, it hides it’s head – is this behaviour not absurd?
Your walls of smoke may seem like stone but they’re really very thin.
No matter how strong you think they are, reality will get in.
The reason for this lengthy rhyme, the message I’m trying to give,
Is stop drugs now, while you still have time, and re-learn how to live.
With apologies for the sheer cheesiness of it all
I'll add that the thread title says 'pome' because I'm not a poet, if I was it'd say 'poem'!
I suppose you could say that I see myself as a 'pote'.
Let me know what you think about it anyway?
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Thanks for the nod Phil! 
I think I thought it up as a sort of goad for myself, to try and quit. Wish I could say that it worked, 
hey ho.
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