The Devil's Lettuce

Or so they say.

By Alvin AngPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

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Marijuana has long been demonized;

the lawmakers saw the money - then it got legalized.

But what about the thousands of people,

who got locked up til' they were feeble?

The War on Drugs should be criminalized.

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Alvin Ang

👑 Writer of scandalous stories. Author of "National Service: Confessions of a Skiving Soldier" and "Confessions of a Singaporean Weed Smoker." Buy my books here!

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Alex H Mittelman 11 months ago
I love this and totally agree! Go weed!
Babs Iversonabout a year ago
Well done!!!💖💖💕

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The Devil's Lettuce

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