Me and Mary never had a bad trip
W,e were babes in the woods
till third parties got involved
Thus, I haven't had a joint in 30 years
The stuff they grow nowadays, I wouldn't dare,
Frankensteins are built in cellars
I'd only trust my own home grown product,
where Ra would be Ra
and not be florescent lighting.
So here I sit celibate to smoke rings
until Pink Floyd's rabbit, hopefully,
discovers the portal to Big Bang,
Still, in the three decades since I last rolled
the temple incense, I've developed
a new attachment to classical jazz
Mary Jonas, I love you. I really do,
I have desired you at times exceedingly,
but one should not turn back, wife of Lot.
Forward is to get over it!
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