the pot was for the city folk all along, to take the edge off the speed of social progress.
you could tell them out by their legs that twitched and jumped up and down while fixed 
in some gaze. Why did I fall for this? What did the city have to offer me besides anomie?
People who write, sing, hop, skip and jump taught me so much about being free from 
social restraints, but Jack Kerouac was recently killed by an inflated bus fare. I have cousins 
that ask me to join them on their quest to self indulgent capitalist satanism, but I refuse. 
When the games are over in the cities nucleus of cancer, them guys back home in the sticks 
will be much better off. So be a loser while you can! I heard its quite relaxing.