Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is.
I ask, where are my pants?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalyst that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
Booze.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Those mushrooms were obviously not properly cooked, young Sir - I understand raw mushrooms......
You won't get dietary tips often from me, so make the most...after you find your your missing piece of apparel.
Good laugh with serious undertone.
Lol. Thanks, Dave.
the last time I used shrooms, my wife was in labour .. scared the pants off me ..
Oh no...Lol. Thanks, mate.
............................................ is 100% true 🍄
I thought my mushrooms tasted a bit magical at dinner today. hmm. lol.
Lol. Thanks, my friend.
LoL hell in the very forest of life 🍄
Yes, thanks, my dear friend, Teddy.
How do you do???
Tripping, how's yourself.
Lol. Thank you.
Very neat poem. Pass the mushrooms.
Lol. Thank you.
There is a gritty reality in your writing Thomas
Would say magic if mushrooms weren't involved
Killer last line also
Respect
Thank you so much.
straight to the jugular...
a touch of humour in tow.
pretty good my friemd;
Thank you, kind sir.
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