Taking the advice of a stoned mumbling fool
I decide to swallow just one more
since my pants have already stained themselves
the drool making its way to my belt loops
looks quite the norm.
I tell you it doesn't get better than this!
My eyes mimic the magic eight ball in a mall near you
and although I don't know any of these fellows
to my left or my front
they seem to get it, man. They really seem to get it.
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