The Jersey Blues!

There is a time, and then there is not,

When all things are sublime,

Especially when smoking pot,

Heavenly divine,

But come Murphy knocking on the door,

Demanding too his cut,

Best not make him sore,

Give him some, no ifs or but,

Blowing smoke, specially in his face,

Ankle cuffs you’ll wear,

In a cramped and dankly space,

Know all about it, I do swear,

Share a cut or two with those you love,

Even those you don’t,

Murphy will be happy too,

Otherwise you won’t,

Forget it not my friend, for if you do,

For it might hurt you in the end,

Murphy for his cut will sue,

Much time in jail you’ll spend!