Poem about marijuana

My youth was squandered in a cloud
Of happiness and peace,
I grew up, though, to join the world
Of heartbreak and disease.

Thank god I didn’t waste my life
In sweet euphoric bliss
When I was fully capable
Of feeling just like this,

For it was irresponsible
To be a wanton puffer
When I could just give all that up
To languish, mourn, and suffer.

Why should munchies be my fate?
When I could eat my fill
Of icky meats and yucky beets
And such assorted swill.

So I rely no longer on
A bong to make me happy,
And live through each day soberly
Despite the fact life’s crappy.