words of me, myself, and i

weed and intoxication

weed and intoxication

they should go ahead and legalize marijuana

because so many of us are smoking it.

smoke it if you want,

but don't judge me if i do or don't.

i don't see the big deal.

it's just a plant that will

eventually be

set on fire.

why is weed seen as a bad thing

if it's smoked by cancer patients?

why do you judge people

who do what they want?

on another note,

intoxication is a big issue

in today's world.

does it really matter what i drink?

why do you intoxicate yourself?

maybe you want to forget

or have fun for a change

or maybe just because you can.

"you're killing your liver."

they say as they judge me.

"maybe i don't care."

i think and walk away.

since when did doing something you want

become such a bad thing?

why is the world

so frickin' judgmental?

do what you want

as long as you feel good while doing it.

does it feel right

or is it wrong?

"you're killing yourself."

they said.

"i'm gonna die anyways."

i shrug.

i'll end this poem the best way i can,

but have i got through to you?

maybe i need to shout

or just leave you with

total and utter

silence.