In the absence of Andy my brother Ed said that we can pick on the other Ed, until PeeWee launchs his promised poetry competition "where's Andy?"

I have a loved little brother
and he has a cute smart dog
which from time to time are
well mannered and can talk,
he do it when little brother
sucks Nirvana from a joint,
then he will be so talkative
to a weird by name, his hound,
telling Rufuz his tall tales
that are going high and low,
say, not as much down under,
but more high I think I would.

He got some fine herbs supply
to a man made one fatty roll,
light a match and puff away
filling everything with smoke
until Rufuz feels very funny
and with pleasure let a howl
to the skies that given him
on theater’s life a front row
where colors go so crazy
pushing around all his world,
“hey Daddy can’t you lit
and puff another more?”

What’s my little brother seeing?
his TeeVee is not even ON
but he seems so very exited
an so apparently is his dog,
maybe life his better by puffing
a forbidden Mexican joint;
if just for therapeutic reasons
that’s OK, or so I was told,
nobody gonna complain if
they are breathing in that room,
where after a while you will
hear a man singing like a dog.

Oh brother! stop talking
and pass the joint….