Alchemisland

I love the land, its greenness

Its give and windy sway, but to one with taste I must say:

It lacks a lake and your tacky follies detract from the whole.

I take a drag of drugs, get nothing

Because in my fuss I didn’t notice the hole, bad construction

Stops the whole thing smoking, I covered it with my thumb, try again

This time does numbers, numbed right away, my mind’s fixed plumbing

Like an ejector seat this protective weed offers me a plum escape

Now I’m feeling rum I can be dumb chronicling my escapades.