Me and a friend wrote this completely stoned out of our minds. I thought you were fat for about 10 minutes We went to the back of my car and we did it! You were holding a knife in the palm of your hand You threw it at me now I'm in a band I joined the circus with those fine carny folk Now as a career I eat raw dope We travelled 'round the world in search of Pamblemdoo But we only ended up with a handful of fun glue Strange proclamations I have made across the land Seeking deeper meaning to be a better man I travelled across the seas to fight a futile war And I met a strange lady, she was quite a whore I fought hard at my war but somebody blew off my shins So the doctors knitted my feet and thats where my story really begins For six months I took bananabiotics And woke up one morning as a sexaholic So I called up my doctor, he said "call up my shrink" Then wrote down my symptoms with pink colored ink. He sent me home in a dark colored box I got to a place with damn bloody scotts The gave me a bagpipe, they gave be a kilt So I wrote a song about all Merles guilt They noticed I was in absense of shin And hesitated quickly to let me join in But soon after that I joined in their jig And astonishly noticed a scott with a wig On the dance floor I spotted that whore with a child It appeared as though he came from the wild And so it was, the wild from which he came Then I, poor Merle, noticed synonymous names. I don't really know what this means, whatever you want it to mean I guess.
It means that I really miss being stoned out of my mind, all of a sudden. It's been what . . . nine months? Ha, but I like the poem. It's crazy... in a good way. . .but definitely crazy.
HAhaha, oh man, Dr. Suess on drugs. Really, though, the illustrations are pretty cracked out if you think about it, all the pretty colors, the crazy looking characters...hmm. I just remembered, a year or so ago my friend and I actually had this theory about the "hidden metaphor" in Green Eggs and Ham. But nah, Dr. Suess was just one of the people who can see the world in wild animation without the help of intoxicants
sounds like something me and my friend jess would write when we are stoned out of our minds but usually we are zoning out and talkin bout deep shit
