Wild Wild Weird Wonderful
One time I got some coke that was real funky, wet and chunky, turned my nose into a rubber hose that couldn't find the end of a line--
Another time I got this:
A man after a snort
looks up to the sky, exhorts
"Wow . . .
What a wild wild weird wonderful world it is!"
Another line
up to the sky
reply
" . . . Indeed!"
"How sweet it is to be loved by you!"
he sings
to the corner of a bag
"How sweet it is to be loved by you,
by you,
by you"
That's the last time I ever did coke
I'd already learned my lesson about love . . .
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