The Crowning of Miss Envy…
(Sung to the tune of “Miss America”)
“There she is, Miss Envy.
There she is, your ideal tincture.
The dream of a million buds that are flowering can come true in any city
For they may turn out to be the cream of the cannabis crop.
There she is, Miss Envy
There she is, your ideal solvent free tincture oil
With so many edible products she took the town by storm
With her All-American 100% organic blend.
There she is, Miss Envy…”
Picture flashbulbs, nodding judges, and wreaths of bud being thrown on stage as a small milk carton of Miss Envy tincture cries between her satin gloved hand. She is handed a bejeweled scepter that is almost too heavy to hold and a glittering tiara that she will keep in her boudoir and cherish for all her days. She kisses the palm of her hand and releases those kisses to what looks like a black hole to her. — but to us it looks as if she is sending us a private message of love, untainted, and organic love.