The Naive (Part 1 of 2)
January 28, 2012
Returning to the, the mind frame of the winner
Experiment this instant; no such thing as a sinner.
Here in my company, pills, beers, fizzy tablets and
Marijuana: party time has come; the man with sand
Is not required. Time to trip and forget
Stress. The boss is gone; I’m glad I met
My dealer when I did, my eye feel like crystals –
Being on the South Coast… No fear of pistols!
Feel the music, the bass is your heartbeat.
You know what happens next: move your feet
To the arousing rhythm: self-consciousness
Is futile, as long as you maintain consciousness.
You don’t like the buzz? Man, that’s a-OK –
Jut as long as you light my joint: don’t get in my way.
Drugs, not just the preserve of the massively rich –
Nope — for me and you, when all we want is a switch
From the same old: had this conversation so many
Times, so I’m gonna change it up by spending some penny.
Worth every one, my body throbs, inhibitions go –
You’re celebate, a virgin, inexperienced, I know.
I’m not pushing this stuff, just letting the flow
Of my warm brain explore new ideas, so to your mind I throw
Them — chemicals, you see, are all that your
Brain understands! So a few more can’t hurt poor
You — fuck depression, try this hallucinogen:
It’s as crazy as what I let go from this pen.