A journey in a joint

Because you cant spell 'Drug Culture' without 'Tasty'

As the creamy mist caresses my lungs,

The blond hashish dissolves the sobriety to which I had clung,

My consciousness expands, and my mind demands

A mystical journey to faraway lands

 

I pack my bin-bag with peanuts and rainbows,

Then travel from Skerne park to sell my donkey for 3 pesos

Pesos to feed my husband Alfred the chipmunk,

Whose organs I will harvest for an Eagles spunk

 

Swimming now, in a lake of hummus,

I writhe against the current, but my efforts are fruitless

And when I reach the dorito shores, fate does not disappoint,

With the love cyclist I share an 'end of journey' joint

Reviews

[Betweenthekeys]

my goodness... I love your s**t!

[£15 + A S**t BJ]

the last 2 lines are the highlight of my life so far... :')