Cake State

inspired by Kush Cakes

Big black bag of laundry

Next to my hamper

A layer of dust covers everything

I don’t care

I simply don’t care

 

Emptying myself

Sipping lemon tea meditation

Examine the who I am

But I’m not searching

 

I don’t care to operate

To move among the zombies

Going through life in the coma dream

 

I don’t care about the bills

Taxes, pissing, just don’t matter

All I want to do is fly

 

Little tie-dye cake

Legal, safe brownie

Take me away

Get me out of this place

Bring to someplace I care about

 

Little cake

Wrapped nicely

In my mouth you taste earthly

Chocolate hints

No sooner do I swallow am I gone

 

Seven hours later I return

Back in my room

Back in the place of the zombies

 

Relaxed

Out of focus

Mind static

Body frequency shift

Everything will work out