Marijuana is my name, and I am protesting.

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My name is Marijuana, and I'm fed up with being the scapegoat for every fool's reckless behavior. I've been blamed for crimes ranging from rape to theft, and it's gotten old. Newsflash: just because someone smokes me doesn't mean I'm the one pulling the strings.

I've kept quiet, hoping that people would eventually wise up and take responsibility for their actions. But no, nothing has changed. I'm just a plant, I don't even have a voice, unless I borrow one from some weirdo - and I mean that literally. I'm currently using the vocal cords of Joshua, a weirdo, a weird weirdo.

This guy Joshua is a weird weirdo. Tall, handsome, but utterly fake when it comes to relationships. I mean, the guy runs for the hills if a girl smiles at him. What a waste! Just a whisper, "his parents would have bought a pumpkin or maybe planted me in their backyard instead, coz I'm more of use than this weirdo. You know what I'm saying."

Anyway, back to my protest. I'm sick of being blamed for every mistake or crime committed by these idiots. Just because I'm resilient doesn't mean I condone or encourage destructive behavior. I'm not the one telling people to smoke me, drink me, or do whatever it is they do with me. let me just photosynthesize in peace!

That's all for now. I have to return this borrowed voice to its owner, Joshua the weirdo. He's approaching, and I see him admiring my flowers... Oh, dear reader, I must interrupt myself. Did he just pick his nose and touched my car? I apologize, but I need to attend to this matter. It seems I have to educate this weirdo using my baseball bat.



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