Want the world to leave me alone,
Get lost in my herbal cone,
Sink back and think about things,
Sooner or later Eureka will ring.

Don’t want to be one of society’s drones,
Another animal forced in clothes,
My thoughts should be all of my own,
Dictated to by somebody unknown,
We should be free from our birthplace’s shackles,
A stranger won’t fight a stranger’s personal battles.

Train of thought broken,
As a crisp is missed and the tongue is bitten.

First moment I’ve noticed the high,
Twenty-something minutes after the zoot has gone dry,
Cotton-mouth again what a surprise,
Looking like I’ve sprinkled salt in my eyes.