Motley Freaks Poem by Aram Stefanian

White lightning is gonna kiss you off
You still got time for going straight
I can accept no more of your guff
Stop getting behind number eight

A couple of blue bombers and you cool down
Flat out sedated, feeling no pain
You don't care if it's the Big Apple or Bean Town
While having vacuum on your brain

Red devils will take you to the valley of the dolls
Revisited with the spooks of your ex lovers and friends
There's little you can offer the lost souls
They're on the same wavelength, at loose ends

Green dragons fire you up and get you to run scared
You're trying to back off from copping a fix
And seem to talk, yet no voice is heard
In your pipe dreams you tear loose from motley freaks