Sticky's Pot Shop

(Poem - First Person Perspective)Yo, I'm Sticky, run this pot shop, chill zone supreme, Hidden green construct, livin' the hazy dream. Morning shift's my therapy, a laugh riot, no lie, Guys roll in, eyes low, lookin' to fly.Okay so, It starts with the usual, "What's good, Sticky?" But they know. And I know, they have questions about Woman, so i get right to it."Listen up, young Gs, gotta stay alert. Girls got power, brains, and definitely that 'thing' Treat 'em right, respect the game, Or get burned like a bad hit, feelin' the flame."They nod, eyes wide, takin' mental notes, "So, communication, Sticky? What is it, what does it mean?" I cough a laugh, blowin' smoke rings in the air, "Talk it out, homies, show em you care. And, listen! Real listening, not just pretend, Or you'll be sleepin' on the couch 'til the very end."They leave smarter, a little less green, Ready to navigate the female scene. Sticky's Pot Shop, more than just weed, It's a brotherhood, plantin' seeds of wisdom, indeed!Andrew. C Peddycord.