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.