Paraphernalia…

Pipes, papers and grass,

The only thing that is here,

No needles, no mirrors or spoons,

Will you find in this potheads room,

May not be such a big difference to some,

But when you get busted,

They go a lot easier on a pot smoker,

Getting busted is really starting to get old, yea, rusted…

Other than that, I really am only here to get high,

That is what He put me here for; you know what I mean,

The main dude or dudette up stairs,

Smoke all the pot you can get, ED, said god in a fearful roar,

But god I said, no one else will have any,

That is what He wanted, said He…

So I took that to mean not to stop getting high,

Not to be anything other than high,

Nor do not achieve to be other than you are, again high…

And here I sit still high as the proverbial kite,

Only to try to make you laugh,

And realize this is not the actual way it happened,

Just fully realize that it DID happen…

                © - ed 4/7/04