HYACINTH (High-A-Synth)
A not so bright man with a really bad plan...
Goes on the wrong kind of trip & lets it drip.
Going up & down; about & around...
Jumps out a window; lies dead on the ground.
But its only because it was synthetic & laced...
Too much of a departure from its original state.
Had he stuck with ayahuasca, peyote, frogs, shrooms, or San Pedro...
I get goosebumps just thinking of all the cool places/safer spaces he'd go...
He'd come out more alive & enlightened than ever before...
And in all the ways that don't leave a guy sore...
But leaves a guy up for nothing but more, More, MORE!
As in, the heroic dose, the hero's journey...
As in, MOVE OVER & STAND ASIDE Homer's Odyssey.
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