Hooked on THC Judgement clouded by emotions As rampant as the raging sea Without focus Without ration Wearing trashy fashion Associating with freeloaders of all fifty shades Participating in pride parades I try to stop her from digging her own grave But she says that I must behave For I must be rid of my phobia In this inclusive utopia Perhaps it's best that I say goodbye And peacefully cut all ties My abhorrence of evil has never been understood to her But I cannot lash out my anger For at the end of the day she is my mother And mother knows best.