Amsterdam Brownies Poem by Kevin Patrick

There not my mother's specials
Though they'd give her quite a kicker
It packs a punch when you're a starter
Or an invalid, with Amish liver
Initiates I would administer
Biscuits with a pinch of hash
Than work towards the ganja cake
Which no conscience can pretend to fake
We'll strip the layers of black and white
To transcend colors of a mental flight
A first class ticket to a surrealist dance
Just bite your tongue if you must scream

Because you will be arriving into Eden

Upon the fjords up a river,
Were bicycles, are not much quicker.
Go down the Singel; a charming canal
That flows like champagne inside a well
Spot the antiques from old Orange days
When Protestants were still the rage
Illustrious for the mystics practices
Including peculiar smoking habits
You'll be inebriated by the scenes,
of pretty girls that are a treat
They'll author preludes of cheap affections,
Favoring the bold with no obstruction
To rehearse in launderettes of quick romance
Than get a card you'll call the crabs

(Because you know she won't pay the tab)

Then take a stroll down the Herengracht
Where you'll never find a tourist trap
Discover a bistro that makes good lattés
Poured with ingredients that would be indicted
For vapors that leave you euthanized,
To a Disney world that's fantasized
Drift sweetly into playgrounds in the brim inside your brain,
You'll be poached inside a postcard you'll never want to exchange
For the cosmos that's rearranged
Diluted ecstasy in your veins
Baked with pleasant moist aroma the best lubricant for glaucoma,
enjoy the Petri dish explosion while heading for the psychedelic circus

Because Amsterdam Brownies are better than Mr. Christies biscuits

Amsterdam Brownies make you float
Without the need of a traveling boat
They'll masseuse your mind into a Mecca
Painting kaleidoscopes of gleaming vistas
That set sail far into other galaxies
Away from exams and trying families
Busking narghiles among new acquaintances
Strange new friends with shared relations
As volunteer of mores anthropology
Collecting gems of botanies culinary
Never traded at the customs station
Unless you wish to tour inside detention
Accept when your Dad is in the Senate
Then you share with him the secrets of shamans magic dish

Amsterdam Brownies are a marvel
From a woodstock church revival
Making Betty Crocker wonder
If she was dried of her sobriety
There the cure for feeling melancholy
Reducing fear and slow Senility
There enjoyed by the young and old
And can cure the common cold
From Holland's little sister,
It's the undergrads wonderland
There confiscated baked confections
Of an entirely different brand
And when you taste their rainbow flavor
You'll never go back to the pot of gold

Because Amsterdam Brownies come a dozen
From the Magic dragons oven
And when there cooked your baked
Into the seven wounders of heaven
So be ready for good karmas
when your north of Brussels
There is magic down the canals
down the districts of red delights

You'll be leaving with more then pictures
and with memories you'll forget
cause its always quite the blast
with Amsterdam brownies
Its best to tour