Smoked enough so much to look tough
Room looked gassed, coughing laughing
Until my lungs collapsed like a chair
Under a fat ass
How dare you suggest
We cut class like a cutlass and spend the day
Doing class shit, living fast, smoking grass
One lump of black hash full of plastic
We smoke it getting mashed
Like potatoes for the stew
I trade the day of a student
For the life of a wild druid
If I said it
I always go through with it
I have a staff with a jewel in it
Aim it, shoot it, wizard left soot, crescent moon suit
Pinch it that’ll do, shake out the dust while I’m still in the room
Dressed like a Tudor shooting up tulips
And poppies, chewed lips speaking mockeries
Stings bad, needing doc leaves
Doctor leaving, deceived him
Into giving me scripts for medicines
I don’t need, fiends screaming with glee
Stuff they, and me, have never seen
Green pills a narcolepsy treatment
Two of them keep you awake
For three evenings without eating
Or once requiring seating.
Alchemisland 
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