Recipe for Disaster

Take one-part weeds,
Lovingly squeezed into blocks,
Distill down over oven flames,
From wild grass to cold hard stacks,

Stir vigorously togeder, di
cannabis confections, into
home renovations and
fine art collections,

Let sit di whole concoction,
watch it rise in tasty shapes,
till down is up and up is down,
in a sleepy little scruffy town,

Der once was drought on scruffy streets,
Now filled with happy smiling groupies,
Invite all your closest friends,
To dance all night at your parties,

All the while, watch it closely,
Check the ovens for smoke and fires,
Peek from di frosted windows,
Search di rooms for traps and wires,

Daily meets in zero freezers,
remedy for di high blood pressure,
Avoid sudden breaks of nerve,
and doing decs in prison stints,

Now and again, you’re almost done,
Burn di herb, light di ganja,
Have a block-party, pop di cork,
Gimme fire, di marijuana,

One more piece, perhaps too late,
Smoke ring advice, or call it a warning,
When di temp gets hot, remember,
Dis is di recipe for disaster.