Cannabis Corpus

Wandering through washelli

When much to my surprise

I saw something so lovely

It brought tears to my bloodshot eyes

Three feet tall it had to stand

I slapped my forehead with my hand

I stopped in shock and stared of course

For on its stem grew twisted thorns

The buds were fat and plentiful

So i pulled out my trusty bowl

'cause i just had to have a taste

Of marijuana from the grave

Cannabis corpus.....

Dark green it was and crystallized

Smelling of formaldehyde

With hairs the color of rotting corpse

It looked like a job for my propane torch

I fired it up and took a toke

Of the dark post-mortem smoke

Held it in until i choked

And then the lights went out

Cannabis corpus.....

I stare in to an emptiness, there's absolutely nothing left

I start to scream hysterically and claw until my fingers bleed

For growing from my abdomen, the roots that feed the thorny stem

Digging deep in to my chest and feasting on my rotting flesh

Cannabis corpus.....