Poor man’s piss
Aug 18, 2020
I cackle through the canyons as
I finish my joint,
I think I’ve discovered all,
Reality can’t catch me here
I’m beyond conciseness
I’m the leaves on the tree
I’m the air I breathe
Do you hear the cries of the flowers
As we piss on them
“Dad is this okay to drink?”
“No son, but it’s what God gave us.”
Perhaps you hear the joyous
Sounds of the clouds
“Geeze dad. I gotta go real bad!”
“Son, go! Humans love it!”
Or perhaps I’m just
High.