I was in the forest the other day,
I found fun things,
albeit I had no idea what they'd do.

I didn't know if they'd **** me,
or give me a kick *** high,
I decided to find out.

The minutes are rolling by,
and so am I.
Did that cactus just open it's eyes?

I'm tripping *****,
and I'm loving every minute of it.
Things are finally coming to life.

I had a chat with that ****** rat.
She admitted all the **** she'd done behind my back.
I was surprised, I'd thought she was a close friend.

I had a conversation with a lippy lizard,
and he told me the absolute truth about what he thought.
It was good to hear, but nothing I'd never heard from him before.

I became best friends with a ******* cactus.
We mostly bonded over mutual hatred.
We're both ******, and neither of us give a ****.

I think that's why we're the best of friends.
He and I always have been.