Petes Poetry
The Herbalizer
So the man is a herbalizer, the love of green organic matter.
He pays the price, his wallet isn't getting any fatter.
The chain the basis of it all, it's just a weed.
How hard is it, to show prohibition brings greed.
So Elliot Ness, he lost the battle.
Owning people and country's the cows with guns just cattle.
Guns and amphetermine labs, all paid for with crops.
Don't forget the bribery and corruption, paying off the cops.
So seek to control quality and price.
For if you did, you'd have assets and power, even espionage advice.
So rip out their guts, the root to their business.
Take control of their moral worthlessness.
It's all yours, why must we lag behind.
The control of an economy, people and their minds.
BY Peter Riddoch.
He pays the price, his wallet isn't getting any fatter.
The chain the basis of it all, it's just a weed.
How hard is it, to show prohibition brings greed.
So Elliot Ness, he lost the battle.
Owning people and country's the cows with guns just cattle.
Guns and amphetermine labs, all paid for with crops.
Don't forget the bribery and corruption, paying off the cops.
So seek to control quality and price.
For if you did, you'd have assets and power, even espionage advice.
So rip out their guts, the root to their business.
Take control of their moral worthlessness.
It's all yours, why must we lag behind.
The control of an economy, people and their minds.
BY Peter Riddoch.
