Lava Lamp
My daughter has a lava lamp,
Once given as a gift,
A retro item that, when plugged,
Can give your mood a lift.
The lava lamp was such a fad
That we’d be shocked to know
That future generations
Would find cool that blobby glow.
Its groovy factor didn’t last
But it was guaranteed
To mesmerize a visitor
Who’d smoked a little weed.
Of course, the folks who buy it now
Most likely have no clue
That being in an altered state
Improves that lava view.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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