sex ~ drugs ~ rock and roll


maryjane maryjane, my sweet maryjane
rolled in fine lace round sweet sativa-strain
lighting one end, drag on the other
taking a trip into space, or is it in outer
focus your vision, am about to express
the need for quail, chicks with finesse
driving men mad, with lips painted bright
stars floating by, deep into the night
bobbing and weaving, lickity-sucky
driving, daddy, totally-batty
there in the back, where its dark and seedy
smoke house blues, private party
feelin the groove, its the cats meow
frothy lips, dribbling now
living this life, out on an edge
playing it cool, high on a ledge
taking a chance, what life’s all about
Its rock and roll, its twist n shout
smoke a little, dance a lot
read a poem, make love, hot, hot, hot

Ax