Poor man’s piss

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.