I walk through weed, by day and night

July 10, 2017

No cloudless climes, all bleary eyes,

And all that reeks of druggèd blight

Is in the street 'neath sunlit skies;

Too mellowed for the fight or flight

Their hellish Heaven doth hypnotize.

Copyright this spoof, L. Kochman, July 10, 2017 @ 3:45 p.m.