tea&tokes.

I was lying on the grass on sunday morning of last week, Indulging in my self defeats.
My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted round and beat
Uncomfortable three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week
Impaired my tribal lunar-speak
And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done
So I missed a million miles of fun