better than a good beer buzz in the morning

ecto plasmic moon serpents
tunneling through psychedelic
galaxies in search of real time
before psycho annalist started
mind-fucking science and Darwinism
and chairs sitting up against unrooted trees
as blue bear slimy gumdrops and
pink lemon drops spit black venom
on white canvas should equal gray
so microsoftenedapple(s) mind those lines
not blow lines but fiber optic lines
we humanoids plug into 24/7/365 a daily dose
looking for a Mister Rogers neighborhood host
in a politically incorrect gang thug infested nation
who bows to the king of psyche dreams?
 
but honestly,
what I truly see,
is people token weed
on grassy knolls
and Kennedy is nowhere
to be seen.