GLENDA'S POETRY CORNER
Marijuana Capital
marijuana’s the talk of the town.--
two acres of cannabis cultivated with care
(sanctioned strictly for medicinal purposes)
lush green foliage at the 2000 foot tunnel
latest controversy in the local rag
councillors clamour at City Hall:
“We’ll have riffraff creeping along corridors at
Trout Lake Mine to search for drugs”
parents, teachers, cousins
vociferate their opinions,
teachers argue “corruption,
“bad example for our youth”
the cousins who haven’t called since 1984
now scream with with laughter
as tears run down their cheeks, ask if
all Flinonians will soon be high
merchants sell souvenirs to tourists,
twenty five bucks for a T-shirt
grubby miner puffs and pushes
a carload of joints along the tracks,
marijuana’s flourishing-- everyone knows
growing in underground greenhouses;
every person on the legal list hopes
the government will grant them a joint or two
Teddy Trout’s being replaced as our
city’s tourist symbol: get rid of the
fish, bring on the weed
we’re Canada’s marijuana capital
c2002
In 2009, the underground greenhouse which grew marijuana closed down and Flin Flon lost it's title of Canada's marijuana capital.
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