Cannabis Corpse Where The Kind Lives
Through my window they arrive and bath me in lime
glowing light
They get me high as they abduct, I will do as they
instruct
They look towards their leafy ship, I understand and
soon submit
Take me away
Kind bud kind of makes me cough
In vapor trails of pot exhaust
Kind bud space craft lifting off
Tripping out from this spaceweed, blurring starlights
whiz by me
Flying further through deep space, traveling at cosmic
pace
Vast and nebulous their route, returning to home no
doubt
Fluid voyage to withstand, terrified, we start to land
Arriving upon this new world, a dense planet of crystal
leafed curls
Pure sphere of thick vegetation, a highly evolved hemp
civilization
Fortifications and towers loom chronoliths cloaked in
carnivourous flowers
My mind is blow from what I see, extravagant
extraterrestrial weed
Kind Bud
Space Bong
Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
Where they creep, cruelty
Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
Where the Kind live
Through crowded streets I am the herded, briefly my
death seems averted
Past onlooking plant-people jeering, but it's where I
am headed that I
should be fearing
Too stoned to attempt an escape but I do understand
what awaits
A table of instruments spells out my fate: a specimen
to scientifically rape
