Let's Play: Is He On Drugs Or What
The mirror just told me that he could feel my hair grow,
And I was like, "hey man, me too, it's trippy, you know?"
"Let's share a beer!" The mirror eagerly suggested,
And then I failed a quiz of the addiction inhibition he tested.
Crap, it was a bad idea to cheers the mirror over the sink,
Although it was funny to him, he cracked up and turned pink.
Oh my gosh, I'm going nuts, is that a cat inside the sink?
It winked at me with fiendish eyes, I think I need a drink.
Oh wait, I have already had two times two,
And a puff of some fluffy funny stuff,
And bopped my head on a bricked cube,
And out popped a mushroom that I'm gonna huff.
Can psylicybin be huffed?
We'll find out soon enough.
Just kidding those are all terrible things to do indeed,
Except for the cannabis; all ya' need is a little weed.
Bong voyage! I'm sailing to Sicily with the Wolf of Wallstreet,
Where I'll gulp some 'ludes with Leo, who I sorta wanna meet.
He told me: "I can feel my hair growing.
It feels like how I imagine a pineapple feels like, just inside my head,
And nothing at all like a pineapple."
And then I was like: "no way the mirror just said that,
But I can hear your hair going bald,
And taste me getting fat,
And actually see it too there Leonardo deCueball."
Do pineapples have feelings?
Can they feel your hair growing too?
Hold on, I think I can smell colors with my breath.
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