Me the joint
Me the joint
I took a blow went with the flow
my neighbours grass seemed higher
untill that grass became my dyer*
my vision stolen future gone
I can't remember what I've done
my visions mistyfied my view
and all I tried brought nothing new
I saw Lucy high up in the sky
I tried and tried but couldn't fly
diamonds are forever like my Joint
I couldn't care or make my point
the joint was me and my desire
I took a blow went with the flow
with my backyard on fire.
Madrason for a friend 16-04-2009
* Dyer from dye thus colouring and from dying thus passing away from this life.
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