Ippidy zappidy tiddily do.
I think I am crazy... how about you?
My head is in the clouds
I see rainbows all around
My mind has been lost
and still hasn't been found
I am surrounded by giants
that are all tall and green
The sky is ******* on me
and it seems rather obscene
My voice has no meaning
and my tongue is always tied
They give me more drugs
I'm just along for the ride
So here I am in a daze
or in lolla land so to speak
When everyone looks at me
they think I'm a freak
But I love this world
as well as these drugs
it would be a perfect place
if not for the bugs
And so I leave you
in the worlds that you be
I wish you were here
so the insanity you could see.

TIMMY AND THE ABANDONED MINE SHAFT - Look out Timmy! It's an abandoned mine shaft! I know. I read the title. There should be a sign saying ABANDONED MINE SHAFT but there isn't for some reason that's unknown to me at this time. Maybe someone stole it? If only we could replace the stolen sign with a shiny new one? But how? The sign store's closed, just like the underwear shop. Let's pray for a sign. Maybe Jesus will tell us what to do? Maybe. Jesus is busy, what with Christmas 6 weeks away. Yes. What about Mohammed? He's always available. Sure, we could try Him. Do you know any Mohammedans? A few of my ex-lesbian lovers worshiped Him. What are their names? Cathy with a C and Lolla with 3 L's. Contact them now while I try on these **** bikini briefs. Okay.

Welcome to my world of chaos,
voices and frightning dreams,
Welcome to my hell of outward
smiles and inward screams,
Welcome to my neverending circus
where the joker is me,
Welcome to my show,
No entrance fee...

Mistress of the ring that keeps
going up in smoke,
Taming wild beasts and demons
I so easily provoke,
Puppeteer and performer,
pulling all the strings,
Take a tissue upon entry,
for the tears my drama brings...

Hold on to your seat,
Now firmly plant your feet,
The show is about to start,
Some may call it art,
Jumping through flaming
hoops as I avoid being hit by emotions,
Balancing in mid-air on a thin
line of devotion,

Now suddenly in a sword fight
with a beastly demon on a floor
of bloodshed tears,
The crowd gasps, as I face my fears...
Be calm my friends,
do not be afraid tonight,
Afterall, I do this everyday,
I am used to this fight,

Someone softly sobbing
as my trio of broken pieces,
A clown, a lost soul and lost little girl,
perform a masterful display with
no sound at all,
A shrill scream as I almost
lose my balance, almost fall,
Just in time I save myself
like I always do,
I hope you enjoyed the show...
PS. The storyline was true...
© Lolla Smith

One More Shot.

One more shot,that should numb the pain
One more shot, then I won't feel insane,
Just one more double on the rocks with ice,
Maybe then I won't feel so miserable,
Maybe I'll be nice,

One more drink to take the hurt away,
One more shot to keep the demons at bay,
One more double with a dash of lime,
Maybe if I'm lucky I will forget the past and
not travel back in time,

Bottoms up, cheers, salute,
Just one more drink,
Maybe now I won't think...think...think!!
One more shot before I loose my mind,
Just a single this time, I am falling behind..
Who am I kidding?! One more shot!!
I will have another drink and lie when
people say I seem to be in a bad spot

One more shot before I pass out only
to wake in the morning light
One more drink so my memories fade and I can have some sleep tonight,
Why can't I stop??!! I am not done!
To hell with it! One more shot!!
Don't tell me I have options!
I was given none!

Finally the last shot!! Make this one stiff and
Destructive please?!
I need just one more drink maybe then
the pain will ease,
Stumbling over my feet, Reaching my bed,
The world is spinning, my whole
body feel like lead,

Maybe one more shot was
one shot too many,
Was it the bourbon, the ***
or the tequila??!!
Wait did I have any?!
Self loathing and then anger,
and sadness and fears,
The emotions surge through me,
I fall into a deep sleep
drowning in my tears..

Tomorrow will be a repeat
of what I did today.
One more shot hoping it
chases the hurt away
©️Lolla Smith

TIMMY AND THE ABANDONED MINE SHAFT - Look out Timmy! It's an abandoned mine shaft! I know. I read the title. There should be a sign saying ABANDONED MINE SHAFT but there isn't for some reason that's unknown to me at this time. Maybe someone stole it? If only we could replace the stolen sign with a shiny new one? But how? The sign store's closed, just like the underwear shop. Let's pray for a sign. Maybe Jesus will tell us what to do? Maybe. Jesus is busy, what with Christmas 6 weeks away. Yes. What about Mohammed? He's always available. Sure, we could try Him. Do you know any Mohammedans? A few of my ex-lesbian lovers worshiped Him. What are their names? Cathy with a C and Lolla with 3 L's. Contact them now while I try on these **** bikini briefs. Okay.