to celebrate our freedom
from a mere slap on the wrist
Slob Randy and I picked mushrooms
lots and lots of hallucinogenic mushrooms
i'd no parents so we cooked them at my house
everyone around had a say
wasting you'lls time is what they said
we replied ok .. see you'll on the moon
our first time .. Slob Randy drank eight ounces
I felt I was brave and drank six
we impatiently waited and waited
thirty minutes later we began to feel
something strange was crawling up our spines
all the way into our vulnerable minds
suddenly everything became hilariously funny
then we began hallucinating
somewhat mildly at first
still patterns on wallpaper began moving
like some kind of really weird bugs
we'd never seen before
we stumbled out of the house
outside looked like a different world
man .. it was so groovy cool
it was like we could see planets
high in the night sky and the extra bright stars
planets looked like ufo spaceships
so we got in mom's chrysler
decided to drive around a bit
Slob Randy got his nickname at this time
for spitting on the floorboard's immaculate carpert
he smeared thick, dirty footprints on the inside windshield
we were so totally stoned high
I drove the same two blocks .. around and around
until twenty six gallons of gas were gone .. we ran out
I coasted into the driveway at home
walked crying Slob Randy to his house
I laughed at him until daylight
Slob Randy .. big giant crybaby
Copyright @ August 2014
StandingBear
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PoesíaFlashback .. Fast Forward ...pieces of my life captured in time. This entire series inspired by reading/enjoying @Hampton's great poetry! Thank you, Charles!