Deep in bliss, high on shrooms, Only my besties in the room. Tonight they were so lucky, And got their cab ride home free. This is the closest thing To a Terrence McKenna psychedelic trip for me. Now please, please, please — don’t judge me, But I did a line of speed. One or two speed bumps Before I hit the stop sign, At the intersection of space and time. Space and time. What’s the ring-a-ling line for the three six five? Sugary, sugary, sugary — Strawberries in lips, a slide. Sugary, sugary, sugary — Strawberry label spins on the vibe. Sugary, sugary, sugary. Brother Adam returns. Sugary hops in cans sublime — Green aluminum. Only true Plomari see his real eyes. Sitting by the Vosk bin, Doing nothing but shrooms, lines of speed, Chilling and listening To another Ruxpin strawberry jam. Please pass an ice cream sandwich, man, When you can. Thank you, Adam — and just one more, Just another — can we vask another beer? Can we please, For all celebrities that didn’t win An Emmy or an Oscar or a Grammy — May God bless them all, after all. But please, and thank you all. After all. It’s just democracy, And the timing of bureaucracy. Thank you, please — can’t they see? Sugary, sugary, sugary — Strawberries fly free. Sugary, sugary, sugary — With the eternal Queen of Plomari. Sugary, sugary, sugary.