Mj Poem by greg richardson

Mj



Filled with green smoke
I smile
from ear to ear
nothing can touch me here
and usually I'm right
When I'm not
I face the Muses
and perform.
It is my plight
you can't escape
yourself
so grin and laugh
and drink to your health.

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