Mary Jane

How many people have named a song called Mary Jane,

the flame that sparks the name of Mary J,

 

Marijuana, don't you wanna

give her a try let Mary be you're flana

if you've a carnivore, to herbavore, a whore of

the circle of life, the strife you feel like a banana peel

 

A movie reel, an infinite sentiment, of you're eternal mind.

 

You will find

 

a rhyme,

 

to conside with your inside,

 

you see

that's what Mary J is to me,

 

to let the walls come down and speak something confound-ing

a ring, a glamour thing to ping the idea's of the metating,

 

to reflect a bi-partisen intersect on your soliloquies, the breeze

to unfreeze what is in the mezzaneeze

 

of your soul, the pull of heart to start a quark of unorthodox

like 1500's small pox, a never ending cycle

a sypher of indecipheralable rifle my life is full of

 

an endless stamina, but I have to refill my bs mana.

 

To put up with this real world, to swirl around my mind

to create a fiction that in non-fiction would pearl,

 

Like a clam, it's a sham. like Bam,

 

Margera, selling out to TPS4, to floor what the masses,

will follow like Jackass.

 

To hurt your self, just perk your self, and

enjoy in the wealth-fare, that is your universe,

a multiverse within a theorical mono-verse,

like a purse, you can only think what is the contents,

 

the mountains, of what you don't know, let me show you,

what is beyond the third demension, 4 5 6 7 89 and 10,

where all is contained, all your pain,

apparently is the supersonic vibrations in your membrane.

 

Don't complain, no one else can seem to understand this way.

 

Of living, knowing that perhaps things are watching, like Watson, of sherlockhomes

he was never rotten

 

that exxtensential observance, like an inconddesible work bank, my works stank

my dictionarila mind is drained, this mary jane, has gotten me in her game.

 

The pain she gives me is a devil's trade for the paradame, a mixture of the perfect time

and the gorgous dame, who entitles, your dark aisles in mind for your

eternal gain. Your maternal's reign, over your life that could be mary jane.

 

An addiction, a confliction in addition to a rendition of your former meditation,

a time where your mind was in pacifism,

 

innocent, to feel when your life changed to the darker

necrofiction.

 

 

A confliction, a rendition of a mental affliction of reality troubles,

a puddle of muddle, what Mr Roger's would call a "fuddle",

 

I'm a mess, I degress, I'll never rest until this test is complete,

my feet, are on the ground, not the physical but the metaphysical, psychlogical

sociological and diabolical I'll call an audible and I'll call on thell'l to

let mary take me like a spaniard bull

 

She's telling me what I can do,

what is missing like Cinderella's left shoe,

let me make some roux, and show what mary jane can make

me spew. My darkest secrets

 

i'll secretate the sins that'll