Whatever has kept me from ganja,
'tis my thing leading up right now
The only way I'm not doing ganja,
'tis if I'm a boozer loser somehow!
Poems
I'll matter when I'm dead,
my life lived as the loony!
I remember oldies saying
follow your own tune, eh!
It turned into a master class
On how to make the most mistakes
Much like the broken record loops
When looking back is no great shakes
But time is kindest to the flops
Who find true grit in epic fails
Much like the dicey drum that beats
When marching leads to happy trails
I got what I intended
I found Buddha truth
I found Buddha wife!
I receive in my belief
as gift being grateful
as in glad to be alive!
I don't twerk but I were a freak
just ask Earl, he knew da truth
focus probs man out of whack,
led to a sad, uncivilized youth!
I don't wanna be disrespectful!
come across as judgments fool
as why do I do it motherfucker,
I thought sad angers were cool
My beliefs are like guano
of pelicans, bat and seals
all science isn't a doodoo
but the only opining real!
Beliefs are just like turds
Dropped freshly in the grass
It feels good to the birds
Who ooze them from their ass
They come out garden-fresh
Loosed squirts of sticky goo
Then leave a crusty mess
In piles of stinky poo
I'm not pretending, I don't know everything
but what I'm feeling isn't fake or in a dream
How am I thinking, above silly crocodilian?
science intel knows exactly why redeemed
Life is like a bar of gold
So precious and alluring
Such a treasure to behold
It's weightiness assuring
Life is but a bar of gold
So priceless and exquisite
Such a precious mother lode
Run dry with just one visit
Dad drank vino till the end day and night
Just like Grandpa swigged hillbilly moonshine
They got hooked on the buzzing in their brains
Gramps drove drunk but our Pappy towed the line
It's not the hooch that brings us to the brink
But how hard and fast we quaff the sauce
Drunkenness does not mean an early grave
But mindlessness oft leaves men at a loss
