High on buds and shroomery,
High school, ecocentric, societal, communal groomery,
I will not fall for the foolery
I will be my own mind, never on time, **** the bell, class is dismissed, "Please be quiet"
**** that, scream and yell and on friday night mellow out with with some brain frying, mind opening hullicinogenetic pschyedelic relics
So on monday, when she says this is how it goes and you this is who you will be, you can take those words and completely rearrange every word and syllable into a collage of realism V surrealism,
An acrostic organism or a cinqauin that so perfectly redefines your pain, a ballad for that one lucky human who, without, youd be nothing.