PARODY Poetry: When Emily Dickinson Rolled a Joint, by Andre Peltier

Because I had a gram of Hash –
I rolled it with my weed –
I cleaned out all the stupid stems –
But saved the silly Seeds.

We slowly lit – We knew no haste
As we all puffed away
We held the smoke way down so deep,
That darkness could not Stay –

We passed it ‘round, from Friend to Friend –
I rarely – Saw the Sun –
We Laughed and Smiled and Laughed some more
And Rolled another One –

Or rather – It rolled Us –
Into the Corner of the Room –
Where we Stared into the Clouds
And at the Setting Sun –

We thanked the farms in Mexico
And Those in Humbolt too –
We thanked the little purple hairs –
That came – from Humbolt too –

And it – seemed centuries – because
The time it slipped away
My mind felt underwater
Let’s smoke again today –