Ganja Gaol

Pardon me sir, can I be so blunt,
I hear you smoke the hemp seed,
Can you tell me,
Is it really any good?

Well my dear chum, there are some things you should know,
A sturdy mind will befall you, I say, its illegal to grow,
In fact, its often despised, but don't worry to much,
They will all learn in time,
A spliff for a friend, its great getting high,

Well when you put it like that,
A question arises,
If its not too much trouble can you direct me to a dealer?

Perhaps I may chance, to stumble or intrude,
But a folly of the green stuff,
Is "In some circles" considered rather rude,
You see if once offered,
You turn up your nose,
Then a frown will befall you,
Its just how it goes,

In fact I know a man,
In his cupboard it grows,

Obviously he keeps it under lock and key,
And if we are to quarrel,
He is keen to make me see,
that the hemp is a saviour, a magical lost plant,
If we could change prohibition,
Then we would all truly be inspired,
To finally admit,
That the Ganja they go to gaol for,
Is the elixir we all desire.