When you are nine years old <br />and sifting the seeds out <br />of your parents pot for them, <br />you can't really preach <br />about the dangers of cigarettes <br />and second-hand smoke... <br />even though you know them. <br /> <br />You know better than to miss a seed <br />and let it ''pop'' while they are smoking it. <br />''What are you lazy or just too stupid? '' <br />''Is it really that hard to make sure <br />all the seeds are out? '' <br /> <br />Once you've proven yourself with the sifting job, <br />maybe they'll think enough of you <br />to actually let you roll one. <br />If you're lucky. <br />Then you're a real ''big helper''. <br />Then they really like having you around. <br />Because they love you. <br /> <br />But, if you're stupid enough <br />to roll a joint that isn't tight <br />or comes apart while they're smoking it... <br />you'll be sorry. <br />Because then they'll tell all their friends <br />just how stupid their worthless kid is. <br />''Stupid kid. <br />Can't even roll a good joint. <br />What good are you''? <br /> <br />Just wait...you're almost ten. <br />Then they'll have you smoke one yourself. <br />''It'll make you much cooler. <br />Because you're such a dork. <br />You really need help''.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-a-good-kid-and-roll-me-a-joint-2/
