morning joint

Today I rose at dawn and got baked at the lake.
Living in Madison, eating some cake
Making some moves making things shake
Got a little groove make a girl quake
Feeling real smooth just for its own sake

Cool like cucumber and raw like steak
Hungry man is the trouble man got a mean streak
These words are rhetoric you listen when I speak
Watch as I leak, blood on the page, aortic
Rhyming tourettes, words are tic
Spitting to create the life artistic
Red hat on my head, life aquatic
Smoke some weed and get neurotic
Smoke some more and feel necrotic
Zombified, still alive this shits toxic
Makes these ladies all erotic
Mary and jane get over here quick
Give this big ole joint a lick
Keep it tight oh it burns so right
Just give it a light, paper crackles
Pop and hiss like a witchy cackle
This joint its time to tackle
Puff puff pass sticky icky fluffy grass
Hits my lungs and comes to pass
Transubstantiated into a feeling
Brain waves want to pierce the ceiling
Standing waveform stands, reeling
Starts to speak, ends up dealing
And then joint is done, truly really
All that’s left is empty paper