Time of Psychedelica!

PC time!

                                                        

In the time of psychedelica, early morning to you,

a haze of non-thinking covers me like an idiot-blanket.

Before coffee (pre-coffee) to jump-start my sleeping brain,

I struggle to understand, to find two coherent thoughts

to rub together. My neurons fire on the crowd,

and they run for cover--they're not interested in understanding,

they're too busy trying not to get their reasoning shot off.

In many ways, they're like me, safety first, bravery

second. So I can't really blame them, I guess, but their

pussness helps not a bit in my struggle for enlightenment.

And so, without their help, I somehow have to act

like I understand someone's comment, and respond like

I'm not full of misunderstanding, not to mention, s**t!