A VISIT FROM THE SUPREMES

It's the day before Christmas and this is no joke, The Supreme Court says
it's illegal to toke. They ruled by a margin of six against three, You
still can't smoke grass and get off scot free.

In 400 pages they told us quite clearly, That messing with pot will still
cost you dearly. A poor Christmas gift for those who light up, But good in
the war against drugs, say our cops.

We tend to agree, since this is our view, Decriminalization was never
thought through. What do you do with a driver who's stoned? Give him
directions and send him on home?

Our PM, who's had a hash brownie or two, Still thinks marijuana's not much
of a do, To him, possession should not be a crime He'd give you a ticket
and then a small fine.

For having no more than, say, 15 joints, You should have no record, is Paul
Martin's point. Since he's the PM he can do quite a lot, 'Cept the feds
even screwed up medicinal pot.

So we're asking these Grits, and putting out feelers How will you separate
users from dealers? The guy before Paul - JC - used to joke, That
decriminalization meant go ahead - smoke!

He said he might even toke up once retired. (We thought he was stoned half
the time he was hired.) Too many pot users have stars in their eyes,
Decriminalizing doesn't mean legalize.

But try telling that to the kids in our schools. It's mixing the message,
and kids are no fools. We can't say it's bad to smoke pot, but (wink, wink)
If you do we'll just fine you. What will they think?

We warn about booze, till we're blue in the face, Now we go out and say
it's okay to be spaced? This Christmas, make sure you get safely home.
Don't you drive drunk and don't you drive stoned.

Don't give yourself or your friends a big fright, Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good night.