Death by Allen  Death, release me, Let me go.  Release, into your sweet flow.  I have no reason to be here my senses all diminished.  Take me now please, I cannot wait my poems are all finished.

Allen Said 

Medical cannabis made Allen crave food. It relaxed him and made the stress of long, painful, boring, hours of waiting to die, bearable. 

Allen could not understand why the federal government was so cruel as to endeavor to deny him and other patients the benefit of the merciful, medicinal powers of cannabis.