Doubi poem

[sbnuk]

If life was like a doubi, it would be greener,
but not meaner,
wake up in the morning feeling like haze,
the high,
the rushing,
the looking around,
feeling blazed out ma skull,
like a true buddha lover,
remembering the time in dam,
the pollination,
the mad amnesia,
all ready to bill a phat bob marley,
the green is good,
gives us some jah lovin,
the night is still young,
its best to end the night in sweet sensomellia.