Don'T Shroom and Drive
"License and registration please," the officer said to me.
"Is there a problem officer?" I asked politely.
"Are you serious?!" he snapped back angrily,
and so I decided to just sit in my car quietly,
parked in a playground, in its sandbox,
with frightened children surrounding me.
A word of advice to everybody,
Never drive after taking cough syrup,
and never chase it down with mushroom tea.
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