The ass end of the circle can be rough.
Nothing to say. Nothing to do.
My soul playing blind mans bluff.
I wear the numbness like apparel.
As I scrape the bottom of the barrel.
Sometimes things seem so bright.
My mind tingles from the spark.
Then the brightness turns to peril.
It can be hard to see the light.
When you feel alone in the dark.
The demons will be held at bay.
When the emptiness goes away.
Things will shift again, no doubt.
I will just have to ride it out.
And the world will no longer be gray.
A little bud porn is all the rage.
Here is some from our little Sage.
She is looking so fine and divine.
Sitting on flower day forty nine.
Thanks to all for visiting this page.
Cheers all.