Poem: Medical Marijuana Emergencies

While legalizing medical weed

They overlook the patient’s need

To have some EMTs on hand

Who’ve smoked some pot and understand

Just what it’s like to get so high

You leave the ground and touch the sky

So when a 9-1-1 calls in

From someone in a reefer spin

The Marijuana EMTs

Grab their Ray-Bans, grab the keys

To a Volkswagen bus painted black

Dead-head sticker stuck on the back

Surfboard stretcher, muffler’s blown

Siren sounds like a saxophone

To reach the patient just as soon

As they grab lunch, ‘cause dude, it’s noon.