I stand out on the porch to smoke my pipe
I fill it up with weeds I’m sure you know
With leaves and buds as potent as they’re ripe
The way the natives smoked them long ago
For lungs, I hear that mullein is the best
So I pick leaves and lay them out to dry
To grind it up with ganja is the test
To smoke them both at once, I often try
The mullein and the marijuana blends
At half and half their smoothness thus combines
As if the two green weeds were long lost friends
I smoke and pay attention to the signs
I call it mullejuana, now I share
That word with all you smokers, everywhere.
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