Class A, B, and C, have all swam through me,
Psychedelics to the psycho active trees,
I’ve explored my mind and took them all,
I’ve flown the highest highs.
And I’ve crashed with the falls.
Do I regret it? Not at all,
I'm clean as hell and l I had a Ball
But above it all now I know what I’m talking about
Not a little lout talking about drugs but don’t know nowt
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the extraordinary emotional absorption of the analytic engagement in this psychoanalytic poem..10