Monday, July 29, 2013

Highway 1 Revisited

All across the nation
there's a certain vegetation,
the tender cultivation of
will get you one to five.
But rooted deep in our tradition
and gaining strength from prohibition
is the bootlegger's commission -
the scarce we shall supply.

So, get the dragnets woven
and fill the cells to overflowin',
but till it rains on the just and unjust alike
the fear of one last felony
will be eroded by necessity
in those parts of Little Dixie

where even the crow won't fly.

The Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Monday at Real Toads

17 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Excellent, MZ! I love the rhyming of your stanzas - it gives a kind of inexorable flow, and the tone is spot on, waiting for the rains to fall on the just and unjust alike.

Marian said...

hah. true, true. love how it sounds. play this for, well for those meting out justice.

Susie Clevenger said...

I partook of that tender cultivation in the 70's :)

Helen said...

Oregon is where it happens on a grand scale~ still!

Fireblossom said...

Er...broccoli? No?

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, the first four lines made me laugh, MZ. This is priceless, and perfect.
K

kaykuala said...

Smoothly rendered, MZ! Perfect response to a difficult prompt! And great rhyming too!

Hank

hedgewitch said...

Smoke em if you got em--and you smoked 'em. The words, that is.

Brian Miller said...

ha i rather like the sing song rhyme of this...there was a day...well more like a couple years there...still kinda makes me hungry for 7-11 nachos...ha

Susan said...

True, true, and I feel the song underneath your new lyrics. It's a spiral of diminishing returns: the crime, jail time, hunger and need, theft, jail ... Let it rain on rich and poor ...

Maggie Grace said...

Wonderful wordle! I recognized the word list but as an afterthought. So fed up with injustice. Thank you for expressing and sharing!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

This takes two avenues for me, which merge: The prohibition of marijuana, which still leaves me boggled, that folks don't see it as a prohibition... and the fact that so many more people of color are locked up for small offenses, while Anglos are given a pass or have access to better lawyers.

On so many levels, this is BRILL. Thanks, Mama! Amy

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I loved the mocking, sing song tone of this. I am one of the few Californians who has never tried it because it was illegal. My Pop told me that if I was caught with marijuana possessing brown skin I would get thrown under the jail. I fight for legalization, as I want to try it and still be law-abiding.

MZ - this is your usual brilliance. - Mosk

J Cosmo Newbery said...

I like the rhythm of this.

brenda w said...

Love the rhyme and moonshine. Nicely penned.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

You ARE going to set this to music, aren't you? :)

An Acrostic Whirl

Lorraine said...

Of course, they'll be too high to fly so many levels in this little gem, you rock something fierce, Dear Mama Zen!!!