clones roam the land,
searching for nourishment,
in mon santo fields,
designed to starve.

lost in the Budweiser haze,
opening bottles and sniffing foam,
rocky mountain brownies,
zigzag smoked.

waterfalls of velveeta,
sear my skin,
sausage and ro-tel,
invade my mind.

crackers crumbled,
lost in the mix,
salt and the lime,
a tequila lick.