Stoner logic
dictates
that I try
to create verse
when the muse
is asleep
and the little mice
have free rein
to scavenge my thoughts
so a few good crumbs
get pilfered in the deal
and I am left
with the chewed at remains
but the metaphors are twisted
and I find the effort
at allegory stifling
Rebuked by laziness; the inertia becomes
my registered trademark
and the copyright
is vehemently protected
I get nothing done
but I manage
to get in my buzz
and the music
continues to rock and soul
and I just let it pass
but not everybody
is sold on that persona
and they insist
I jot these lines down
And so for those
I dedicate these stanzas
and only hope they’re not
too bitterly disappointed.
Caught between worlds
"...the inertia becomes
my registered trademark
and the copyright
is vehemently protected."
This is one fine bit of writing - slc
I'm not as think as you
I'm not as think as you stoned I am