Something That Happened One Fourth Of July
It's another Independence Day for America. I am proud, there is no doubt. I wish I was able to put the pain meds away and enjoy the day, but that is not going to happen. For now they are necessary. Instead, I will share a little poem I wrote several years back that reminds me of some of the things I like to do on the Fourth Of July. I hope you enjoy it.
Steak On The Grill
Which way does it go, up or down?
Look at in one way, it spins round and round.
Playing in my head, till I lose control.
Losing balance, just can’t keep hold.
Colors psychedelic, like I’m on a trip.
Shapes bend to others, as they slide and slip.
Twisting, turning every which way.
My mind knows the words that my lips can’t say.
Shouldn’t have eaten that mushroom, didn’t taste too nice.
Growing in the backyard, my mind is frosted ice.
It made my stomach wretch, before I began to fly.
Now I feel real happy, ain’t no reason why.
My mind is on a trip, ain’t no end in sight.
That tiny little mushroom began this hippy trippy flight.
Wouldn’t be so bad if I could find my way,
That’s the last time I put mushrooms from the backyard on my steak
The colors just keep spinning, it’s a crazy little trip.
I guess I really don’t mind, it feels like such a rip.
I hope it all slows down soon, so I can get a break.
I have the munchies, they’re getting strong,
I want to eat that steak!
Which way does it go, up or down?
Look at in one way, it spins round and round.
Playing in my head, till I lose control.
Losing balance, just can’t keep hold.
Colors psychedelic, like I’m on a trip.
Shapes bend to others, as they slide and slip.
Twisting, turning every which way.
My mind knows the words that my lips can’t say.
Shouldn’t have eaten that mushroom, didn’t taste too nice.
It made my stomach wretch, before I began to fly.
Now I feel real happy, ain’t no reason why.
My mind is on a trip, ain’t no end in sight.
That tiny little mushroom began this hippy trippy flight.
Wouldn’t be so bad if I could find my way,
That’s the last time I put mushrooms from the backyard on my steak
The colors just keep spinning, it’s a crazy little trip.
I guess I really don’t mind, it feels like such a rip.
I hope it all slows down soon, so I can get a break.
I have the munchies, they’re getting strong,
I want to eat that steak!
