Marijuana Faro Table Green and Growing

doc sat close
to the whiskey
banker held the buds
collateral went up in
smoke

we played
for three stoned
hours martha jane—
in her foul mouth "who
the f*** are the sisters
of anarchy? I heard they
brought a burlap sack of
weed and killed a predator
with one gun between 'em—I
seen women like them before—
they take no mercy the blood
runs cold in rivers and—let me
have another hit of that—anyway
as I was f***in' sayin' the sisters
are growin' a wealthy vine word has
it behind the church I'm headed over
there to pick some collateral buy me
some cat to the whorehouse man been
in it it'll wash doc you havin' any f***in'
luck?"

"martha jane that cat has
a tail stirrin' my whiskey plumb hard
luck is no stranger to a huckleberry and that bush
behind the church once belonged to the whorehouse when
satan could no longer wring money from it he moved it to the
lord's divine property—

"is it my imagination
or is this marijuana faro table green and growing?
I have inhaled your herb and my eyes see three red
queens they take no mercy the blood runs cold in rivers"

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist