Ya Brah

Ya Brah

The beach is all hazy
feeling laxidaisy,
firing up another round.

Fresh green or cured
eyesight's getting blurred,
way before the noon waves pound.

Brah looks at me
getting ready for the Cup,
can smell the dank from here.

Ganja overfills the rims
witness happy grins,
even the police are not to fear.

Another Jamaican dream ride
watching another fatty being fried,
someone asks, "This is native, ya?"

With a red-eyed squinty grin
words paused are ready to begin,
"This is Maui Wowie!" ya Brah.

(For the SEOciety.com)

Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright © 2011

Originally posted 2011-06-28 17:09:40.

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About Randall Prazuch

Randall Prazuch loves THE LORD GOD JESUS CHRIST and all that encompasses HIM, family, friends, and helping the poor, the disabled, and the destitute. He is a cancer survivor since 1989. Randall has been an advocate for Medical Cannabis since 1989, and helps fight against unjust laws, especially as a member of and author for the Northern Wisconsin chapter of NORML (National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws.

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