Marijuana Musings

Marijuana Musings

When it comes to PTA meetings, Wiz Khalifa’s got a plan,
He arrives in a haze, with a joint in his hand.
He wants his kids’ teachers to see the real him,
Not just the famous rapper, but a dad who can swim .

With smoke in the air, he sits in the back row,
The other parents whisper, not sure where to go.
But Wiz is unbothered, he knows what he’s about,
His love for his children, there is no doubt .

His red-rimmed eyes may be a giveaway,
But he’s present and engaged in what they all say.
He may be high, but he’s still their dad,
His love and support, ironclad .

The teachers are curious, perhaps a bit confused,
But Wiz wants them to know he can’t be accused,
Of being absent or uncaring, he’ll prove them wrong,
Showing up, even if the winds of judgment are strong .

In those smoky PTA meetings, something shifts,
The teachers begin to see through the mists,
They realize Wiz Khalifa, the artist they see,
Is also Wiz Khalifa, a dad who wants to be free .

So here’s to Wiz and his unorthodox way,
Of connecting with teachers, letting judgments sway.
For deep down inside, we’re all the same,
Trying our best in this parenting game .