Some Missouri dispensaries may start selling recreational marijuana Friday



The Missouri Department of Health and Senior Services said that’s when it will begin approving requests from marijuana …

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  1. Marijuana is made illegal because it threatens the pharmaceuticals establishment on making profits on medications that helps with insomnia, anxiety, stress, seizures, PTSD, and the list goes on. It's against the law to put a patent on nature so they could not own it but they could outlaw it. With the introduction of GMOs it now has the potential to be profitable to the pharmaceutical establishment. The problem is the already existing strains of marijuana out there and the fact that it's recreational in a lot of States. Pharmaceutical companies will lose billions if marijuana is made completely legal. Yes reefer madness did happen, but that's not ultimately why it was made illegal. That was just used as an excuse to ban a substance over greed. I also need to point out that the pharmaceutical establishment has global influence and pull. Not just national.

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  2. MISSOURI POT FARMER DANCE SONG $$

    I got out my pipe stuffed it with pot

    You better believe it held a whole lot.

    I whipped out a lighter thumbed up a flame

    Sucked down that smoke which comforts my brain.

    I tried alcohol smoked cigarettes

    They did nothing but give me regrets.

    My mom had arthritis could not walk around

    I rolled her a joint she danced on the ground.

    I thought I was losing my lovemaking knack

    After I smoked some to me it came back.

    Soon I decided prices were high

    I searched for some ground I wouldn't have to buy.

    I bargained for seeds from smokers all around

    Got in my truck and drove out of town.

    I walked through the woods where wild birds nest

    Found me the meadow I thought was the best.

    I dug up the ground sowed all my seeds

    Said a small prayer for strong, healthy weeds.

    I watered at night with a five-gallon pail

    Mosquitoes went hungry for I wore a veil.

    Seven months went by; I thought I would die

    Till the Halloween moon was high in the sky.

    At night I went out, in a camouflage suit

    Used my corn knife to chop down the loot.

    I hung it up to dry where it couldn’t be found.

    Came back and got it, when it had turned brown.

    I trimmed off the buds, stuffed them in bags

    Called all my friends and passed out free drags.

    In less than a week my crop was gone

    I flew to St. Thomas with a love hungry blonde!!

    By Kansas City Tom Zart

    Most Published Poet On The Web !

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