Amsterdam Brownies
There not my mother's specials
Though they'd give her quite a kicker
It packs a punch when you're a starter
Or an invalid, with Amish liver
Initiates I would administer
Biscuits with a pinch of hash
Than work towards the ganja cake
Which no conscience can pretend to fake
We'll strip the layers of black and white
To transcend colors of a mental flight
A first class ticket to a surrealist dance
Just bite your tongue if you must scream
Because you will be arriving into Eden
Upon the fjords up a river,
Were bicycles, are not much quicker.
Go down the Singel; a charming canal
That flows like champagne inside a well
Spot the antiques from old Orange days
When Protestants were still the rage
Illustrious for the mystics practices
Including peculiar smoking habits
You'll be inebriated by the scenes,
of pretty girls that are a treat
They'll author preludes of cheap affections,
Favoring the bold with no obstruction
To rehearse in launderettes of quick romance
Than get a card you'll call the crabs
(Because you know she won't pay the tab)
Then take a stroll down the Herengracht
Where you'll never find a tourist trap
Discover a bistro that makes good lattés
Poured with ingredients that would be indicted
For vapors that leave you euthanized,
To a Disney world that's fantasized
Drift sweetly into playgrounds in the brim inside your brain,
You'll be poached inside a postcard you'll never want to exchange
For the cosmos that's rearranged
Diluted ecstasy in your veins
Baked with pleasant moist aroma the best lubricant for glaucoma,
enjoy the Petri dish explosion while heading for the psychedelic circus
Because Amsterdam Brownies are better than Mr. Christies biscuits
Amsterdam Brownies make you float
Without the need of a traveling boat
They'll masseuse your mind into a Mecca
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poem by Kevin Patrick
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