Psychotic rambling
Tobacco, tomato, timber, and toothache.
Smoke it, hot, don’t burn, in pain.
Please don’t bother for my sake
Because I am pretty insane.
Human, you humane. Heartache!
Didn’t I tell you to refrain?
Nothing to offer, I have, I’m afraid,
Yet my blood, you continue to drain.
When the last few drops fade,
You come and feast on my brain.
My brain, my brain, my brain!
Is empty but frowns in disdain.
Chew your tobacco.
Clone a tomato.
Use the timber, build a canoe.
Sail and drown, deep in blue!
Heartaches, you may sustain
But curing toothaches? In vain!
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Good read!
Thank you =)