With her blond hair, tall figure and Blind optimism,
She dreamed she sucked down,
Micro pills with a bit of mescaline, Which was a synthetic fantasy,
Mescaline never reaching those sweaty dance floors,
Cheaper and more potent synths took the place of cactus years ago,
But she dreamed a diluted idea,
The kind that only the naive can afford,
The ideas that cause brain damage,
And htp 5 lesions,
Teeth grinding and lock jaw,
Chewing a binky,
She ate those shuglin Chems thinking she was in the know,
That is foolishness clearly,
still so kind hearted