Smoke twirls 'round trees like a drunken snake,
As drums beat louder than my college roommate.
Earth's mossy breath smells suspiciously sweet,
Is that patchouli or just my stinky feet?
Something's lurking beyond the night's curtain,
Probably squirrels, but I can't be certain.
As campfire flames do their flickery dance,
I see through reality's cheap song and prance.
We're all just rivers in Nature's grand scheme,
Flowing wherever the Earth Mama deems.
Our freedom's as real as a three-dollar bill,
Thanks to some mushrooms on a cosmic power trip.
Parasitic spores with PhDs in mind control,
Are treating our brains like an all-you-can-eat buffet bowl.
They're munching on dreams like they're bags of Cheetos,
Making us dance like corporate puppeteer's Pinocchios.
Mother Nature's having a midlife crisis,
Her wild child days are now sanitized.
Trees are now just cell towers in disguise,
Reminding us we're just cogs - surprise, surprise!
We're all just pawns in some cosmic chess match,
This shaman truth I must share, or I'll go batty as a hatch.
Our spirit-splitting stays hidden like dad's secret stash,
Under the web of some cosmic trash.
I'm shivering now, but it might be the breeze,
Or visions of our fate (or those dodgy cheese).
But hey, the grandmas say there's still hope, you see,
We can wake up and break free... right after this LSD.
So let my ramblings be your Wikipedia,
Rewriting the code of your brain's amnesia.
Glimpse with me this seeded reality,
And let's start a revolution to reclaim our sanity!
(Warning: No actual drugs were consumed in the making of this poem. Please hallucinate responsibly.)
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Dimensional Doodles
PoetryThis collection is a tapestry woven from the threads of cosmic wonder and digital intrigue, each poem a distinct journey through realms where intellect and imagination collide. Dive into a universe where quantum whispers mingle with the syntax of th...
