Psychedelic Trip Poem by Ima Ryma

It's the so cool seventies, man,
Bunch of us hippies hop into
The glow in dark peace/lovebug van,
And do a desert run, we do,
Late at night in cacti and sand.
Magic mushrooms and LSD
Sweep us into a wild dreamland,
High hallucinations to see.
Awesome auroras come to sight,
Illuminating 'cross the sky,
As each of our minds take flight
Up to a psychedelic high.

On the long morn trip back to town
It is a bummer coming down.