you can see right through me

like saran wrap

or clear water

push your fingers inside me

and feel me bend

I need to smoke a fucking blunt

2 1/2 hours of it.

Jesus.

underneath facades and rural breezeways

a little known truth

travels through the smoke and wind

ever so slightly, whispering

to those passerbys

those passerbys

off the lips of a sweet lover

subconsciously, enveloping

your mind, making you think,

differently, act differently.

And over the tops of high rooftops and men on scaffolds

a lie, soars

screaming its name, from billboards,

and politicians large mouths

edging its way onto your greasy plate

Take heed,

take a fucking a breath

wipe the sweat from your eyebrows

and hear it drip to the floor