Eyes but slits
Not though the pits
Unable to see
Let alone walk
Slurs every word
When he tries to talk…
Only one hit
Oh okay maybe five
Don’t want to give you any jive
Not doing anything that is really not legit
Don’t really want to quit
Sorry bout that but therein I must admit…
Riding the greenish stallion
All the way to the ends of the universe
Rufuz at my side barking at the moons
Is this an acid trip or are we turning into loons…
© ed J 5/1/08
Regis
Ed the Elder
Don't Bogart that joint!
Um, "greenish stallion"?
Good stuff, eh?
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
in yore travels around the universe..
Ron