Summertime Funk

"Pass the blunt then parachute your pill."
Those are the first words said to me.
I can barely see through the thick haze
of pot smoke and summertime humidity
But I can breathe,
oh yes.
I can breathe.1

I took one or two just to start,
then a few drags after that
as I clutched my racing heart.
It took thrity minutes or so to finally hit me
and when it did, I felt it's title to the full extent...
Ecstasy.2

The room was delightfully spinning
I clenced my fists and ground my teeth
Everybody looked so much more beautiful then usual
And as I practically collapsed with a few others on the bathroom floor,
I appreciated the time just to think3

Senses were stimulated and heightened to new lengths
On a whole new level with everybody I'm with
I have a few good cold sweats
and plenty of deep talks
My mind is running in a million different directions
And although it is frightening, it is also the best surge of
pleasure I've ever experienced
I try to make sense of my scatter-brained thoughts4

My eyes have turned completely black now
And even if I hid the citrus juice,
everyone would still be able to tell
I take more notice to my altered state of being
as I opened another pack of Swisher Sweets
I can usually pearl this, but my hands are trembling
It feels so much more intense right now,
this summertime heat.5

He smiles sweetly at me
And I can't tell if it's just a side effect or if it's him,
but my heart is still rapidly beating
My mouth is beginning to feel like sandpaper
My palms are drenched with sweat
He looks even more handsome then usual,
so I kiss him anyways
And prepare myself for after day depression6

I breathe heavily a few more times
as I drink another four glasses of water in minutes
And although I'm still quite jittery,
I can feel my roll start to lessen.
Beads of sweat are built up on my forehead
And there has been a smile plastered on my face for hours
My jaw is starting to ache,
and I desperately need another glass of water7

He and I prance off to bed
then black out like a light
But before this, we exchange countless sweet nothings
for the millionth time tonight
I feel as content as ever,
If only I always felt this way
But tomorrow I'm going to feel tired and sick
More then likely, I'll sleep the day away8

It was worth it though,
the brain damage and side effects
I'll rave about my trip to everyone
and probably do it again within a week or less
I'll probably build up a resistance
Pot and orange juice won't intensify it the way it used to
But that's okay, I love this summertime funk
I'll just take an extra pill or two.