Feed me Jan to June
Right through beyond Yule
Different creature, different tune
For cod and tuna different lures. Not just any that’ll do.
Went from codding you to harsher, uncottoned truths
After spying the first clue, really copped on
Feel like a medium, nobody ever moves on;
Background voices like next room media,
Someone’s coming through.
Right now I can’t make ends meet
Repellent magnets send my westbounds east
Fully outta trees, first time in weeks
Said it wasn’t habit forming, see
Said you can’t be addicted to weed, it’s just a plant
Tell that to any fiending stoner, snappy as when they haven’t had.
My whole personality supplanted
Pushed far below the surface like dome curves in Atlantis
Toecurling fates await those too wedded to the taste.
Alchemisland 
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