Weed oh weed, from thy indigenous planted seed
Grown in lofts of semis surrounded by lights so bright
Throughout the day and during the night
So sad is your perilous plight, persecuted by the law
Made a martyr in your own right, hidden, out of sight
All the while you're here, there and everywhere
Concealed by rafters and slate, the green that's never seen

But I know you exist, so does everyone else!
One day you'll be free to flourish in the garden for all to see
And hopefully for an eternity

But I need you now my faithful weed, 
My thoughts are many tied up by anxiety,
Just to relax, just to unwind, the free flowing of my mind
They say you're illegal, it's so unkind, 
If I could get you on prescription it'd be so sublime

Sadly though I have to wait, for someone to talk to someone else
And that someone to someone further, quite a process, many layers deep,
But until then I think I'll go to sleep, that is if I can, 
If you were here I'm sure you'd lend a hand
But you're not