On a Psychedelic Trip
She came riding in on a goat
Wearing pinwheel glasses
With three lenses
One for her third eye
Is it the LSD?
Or is she real?
I watched her march around
Calling out orders, barking like an inflamed wolfhound
She was all colorful, psychedelic
I found myself laughing
Wait!
The police!
What?
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