i need to talk to my medical
maryjane provider about an artistic grant
for my sex-positive ranting in iambic pentameter.
you know the gov't ain't gonna fund this shit
because they already gave me a permit to carry concealed weapons.
we gonna find the true path through the falseness thrown up by the fog machine
and the shit gonna be smoove
i ain't got no patience for potholes
& faux Marxists who drive ford mustang convertibles