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.