Whoever wrote what this connotes,
and Willed that it be here,
Hallelujah, it’s just a word you've heard before.
Pink and Blue lighting
here highlights my writing
when what I’ve to say
dawns, like each new day.
It dawns on me now
that what you read may allow
you to see pink and blue
lighting the wonders you do.
She used to have hair. People stared at her mane.
Now she has not. She smokes pot for the pain,
and so uses the cannabinoids sent
to her brain for both pain and enjoyment.