Wednesday, April 04, 2012

Good Trip


Good Trip

I have at least eleventy gillion awesome thoughts per second
It starts with a choking breath arresting lungs, oppressing sense
Then there is a settling and everything tastes like awesome
I’ve solved world peace and famine and within a blink forgotten
I fashioned fuel from ivory tusks, and tusks from blended cotton
I have at least eleventy gillion awesome thoughts per second
Did I mention that my rhymes are rhymed on time and then they’re not?
Can you see the paisley tendrils left behind when I forgot?
Wait a sec, what the hell was I writing about at this time?
It will come back to me and I’ll be there to reap the lesson
I have at least eleventy gillion awesome thoughts per second.

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