Twenty Seven Days to Sabina

Wasson heard tales of mushroom rituals,
And met her son at the hotel cash register,
She showed him her sacred side,
Her el ninos,
He stole from her to further himself,
His circles,
But in that disgrace,
Spores spread worldwide,
And Kerr jars turn white as wedding dresses vermiculite,
Blue and purple Fungi in warm wet places,
Sabina knew the message of ceremony,
But her message is 27 days away,
From every pressure cooker,
And rice cake fusion,
Asian as all get out,
Organic certified too,
But sacred as always,
Maria Sabina is alive through her song and ceremony,
Now a criminal worldwide,
But not enforced in Oaxaca,
For natives that is ,
Sacred music of injustice,
Against her little children