Sitting on the sill
With my pal Gil
Popping pills
Awesome chill
The scene is green
Oh, how keen
No one is mean
A sight to be seen
Flying on white
Itching for a fight
Imagined might
Over by night
Golden brown
Big fad in town
King with a crown
Watch out, don’t drown
Crack-A-Doodle Do
Cook up that brew
Don’t care for your crew
When gone, you boo
Special K
“Hit me, ” you say
The hole you may stay
If you don’t know the play
LSD
Melting trees
Talking bees
Much to see
Use in moderation
Foreign to the nation
Fine in their station
Endless vacation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well penned deserving a 10. pls read -Life Liberty and the Pursuit-Culture Wars.