The crystal bassoon has the dragon’s tongue,

That lampshade can’t hold a Vapor cloud?

This white guy can’t dance to reggae?

It just looks strange can’t explain it always,

But the girls were prosperous,

And the tricombs thick,

Pamplemousse and strawberry terps,

Lemon compared to coffee aromatherapy,

How did this happen ? You became the medicine only to play your Japanese flute,

Her flower like a part of the family,

And you love that part of your family tree,

Our sweat smells like her sap,

Sweaty shamanic dancerize,




  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2022 03:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Blessings to women medicine her terps are sweet to my nose
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 17

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