Pizza, pickles, candy and beer…

No wonder my dream states are as offbeat as they are thats clear,
All the above I do eat when high I get, better than going to a bar,
Costs less at home no need to go out and roam,
Looking for something more crazy or bizarre…
Watching TV, surfing online, listening to music, all at the same time,
Multi-tasking I can do when I do get a buzz, even do I, pick up Ruffiez fuzz,
Cleaning the house, washing the dishes, grooming the dog, feeding the fishes,
All this and more do I do when high I do get, sometimes I do lie though, just a bit…

No driving do I do, as I get so paranoid, I even lock my door before sleep,
Usually I believe Rufuz will protect me, keeping away the creeps,
Some of my best poetry has come from my “id”, my dream state a big junk heap…
© ed ~ 8/20/04
Allen
sounds like me
when I treat myself to a so call dinner
At K C's, love that chicken
Take care pal
William .....Peace
"Under the lid," to rhyme with "id." Of course, of course.
LOL at Mountain Poet's comment....it's a beaut!
save some of that cold, leftover pizza for me--YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! you can have the candy and beer, though LOL
love this write--and you (((HUGS))), karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Love Tinka