Pot Seeds
pot seeds down the drain
what kind of life force sustained?
mutant monsters with long hair
sleezy & greezy and they don’t care
growing their sewer dope
their purpose, their only hope
started with a few rejects
the kind society simply ejects
those that can’t reside
in this place where you cannot confide
mean ol’ gargoyles with a potent touch
give that stuff a strange rush
then a few more slipped in
alien warriors again and again
no way do these dudes care
make humans tear out their hair
so next time you see a bald guy
will you wonder about his high?
this smoke that grows in your drain
the only thing on Frankenstein Nazi’s brain
‘cause trippin’ in the bowels of this town
guaranteed to bring ya down
they grew it and they do it
each day beneath your street
stoned grinches in a lazy mob
full of the stuff that turns you into a blob
fallen angels with the munchies really bad
hungry for the toque that makes us all mad
Copyright © Kristi Hayner | Year Posted 2010
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