Bus wheels roundround turning
Ambient sound, constant low whirring
Like turning windmills, static birds
Commotion behind but I don’t turn
I keep one in the chamber
Readies Drum pouched for later
Quietly, steadily, definitely
Weight displayed decimally
Half for me, gonna decimate
All day blunts to the face
Other half held back for Mikey
He’s flying back
Eager to get back and be high
Months on the dry, single drag and he’s fried
Evening will be a trial, test you
I’m gonna try like it was a test drive
Driving like highways are time trials
Skip the tutorial it’s not required
Flip over the tortoise
Endorsed him in the hare race
Hair raising space age sprayed high
From the wet jungles of Hunan province
Thought the price was robbery
Until I got my grubby mitts on it
Knew from the pong in the box
That it was strong but fuck me
Snoop would struggle and him smoking so long like in that song
It hits hard like Song, ya dong
Heavy as a rock guitar my head
Feels like a pet rock from the 70s
I smash the lock, cracking open
Boxes storing petty cash, petty about cash
Meet someone poundfoolish out back, get pennywise on his ass.
Alchemisland 
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