Hedenistic B******s

This is about the life of drugs and alcohol.

Hedenistic B******s

 

Children of the stone age,

you're really looking hip.

But aren't you getting sick of your psychadelic trip?

Phosphorized, metaphrized, burnt out demons from the past,

Dead dogs and dinosaurs listen to my guitar blast.

Hedenistic b******s with silly putty minds,

look into my crystal ball and see what thou doth find.

Smokin' on your golden weed and soaking up your brew,

your brain is leaking through your ears,

and it smells like airplane glue.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is amazing. Such strength in the flow and usage of your words. You took me on a field trip into another time. A excellent poem.
Coyote