Ugh.

All I wanted was just to go backpacking,

Those boys just wanted to be sure they were packing,

Something they were sure they'd miss,

Enough for a couple, a few, several hits

To get them high, so baked and stoned,

With their false friendship and some happiness loaned.

I'll admit, that I was shocked.

When I found out, my jaw was locked.

I saw their stash, they showed it to me, 

The fragrant herb stored quite carefully-

A small plastic bag that consumed their thoughts

What a pity; but I've learned what I was taught.

I said I didn't care, but inside,

I felt anxious that I was along for the ride.

The rest of us, we saw what it did.

We witnessed the aftereffects after they hid.

They didn't pressure me; they only had a small amount,

But all they cared about after was avoiding cottonmouth.

They called it a universal language, something to make them friends,

But they missed the best part of the trail in the end.