Oh, the thrill of Crick, a mind unbound,
A burst of light where no shadows are found.
It whispers, a lure, a siren’s call,
Promising all, and deliverin yall..

Imagine if Crick fell from the skies, like rain from above,
A gift from whitey columbian heaven,  pure  buttery love.
Aint  No deformed children, no price to pay,
Just endless pleasure, each and every day.

Fingers tremble, eyes alight,
The world spins pure, the heart takes flight.
Every sensation on fire, each beat a storm,
In Crick’s embrace, you feel reborn.

It gave us all we needed, all the time,
No hunger, no thirst, no mountain to climb.
A perfect world, where nothing goes wrong,
Crick was the symphony, life’s sweetest song.

chunky nugs or slices thin
A rush so sweet, from beginin to end
The ecstasy bumps as the hunger grows,
A fleeting high,  the longing knows.

Crick, the spark, the fleeting blaze,
It dances in the mind, a fevered craze.
A paradise built on borrowed time,
It lifts you high  and gets you prime.

Did you dare?  chase the rush,
find the truth so grand and lush
Crick is grand, hard and deep
Who needs sadness
who needs sleep?