Stirred Not Shaken
As I sip neurons start to fire again
And thoughts begin to slowly awaken
This magical elixir from the grind
As I ordered it, “Stirred not shaken”
Soon thoughts are whizzing down lanes
Old memories freshly repainted…
On the old canvas of my amygdala with
New thoughts meeting to get acquainted
It’s electrical impulses traveling through
Jumping synapses of chemical goo
Yet all of this tied to feeling and thought
It’s enough to cause a mind to stew
No wonder the line is long here every day
People inside and lined up at the drive thru
Seems we’ve found our psychotropic drug
This bean picked and ground for brew
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"Seems we’ve found our psychotropic drug"
This one is amazing
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