Would you say
That I'm blasé?
Would you catch
On angel hair?
Can you purvey a
Daisy down trip?
Be not scared,
I won't cop out.
When you feel like
Backing out,
You may lie down
On a crunching floor,
And may feed on
Tragic-magic
I pre-empted
Right for you.
Heard you wanna
Kick the habit.
Should you hail a
Tijuana taxi?
Guess I'm gonna
Take the pipe.
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