We will all experiment
With different ways
To an out-of-it State
Mainly an escape
But really a mind rape
And at the mad gate,
We're in and standing
Down
Having our silvery gown
Hoky drug boy clown
We might be feelin'
But
It's shifting though
And everything smacks of an LSD glow
We was all snaky climbin'
Through craters etching
Tunnels through the chambers
Of his heart
Monday, January 03, 1994
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