Weeds
“Fuuuckin’ hell...” says I
“Draws like a pencil Tam!” says he
“You guys are so stoned!” says she
“You’re such a funny lad” says them
“It’ll ruin your life” says she
“You’re not my son anymore” says he
“You’re father loves you really, he just wishes you’d stop” says she
“Legalise the weed!” says they
“Fucking left-wing, socialist, stoner scum” says them
“We need to clamp down on this country’s marijuana problem” says them
“Who says it’s a problem” says them
“We’ll get you sorted out” says them
“There’s nothing to sort out!” says he
“Clean up your act” says them
“It doesn’t hurt anyone!” says they
“He’s dead to us” says that pair
“He doesn’t give a fuck” says that group
“He’s the bane of this great country!” says the other
And all the while I sits and I says “Fuuuckin’ hell...”
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I like how it's made of a conversation, though couldn't quite get the rythym of it, then again is that on purpose considering the topic? It's good though, a good way to round off with the way you repeat the first line :)