Foolishness

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