Sychodelic See…

Surrounded by a salt water sea,

Are old Rufuz and me,

Foam the color of blood,

Not so deep, can walk in the mud…

Sea to the bottom can we,

The fishies all living in mans debris,

But still making the best of it & drinking tea,

Our conveyance getting a thousand mpg…

Rufuz did speak to the fish,

I was a man and they did not to me speak,

One looked a lot like my cousin Trish,

The others spoke with a lisp and swum with a swish…

                    © ed ~ 5/23/05