mash.

And god seemed to whisper in my ears
BoyI have plans for ya You'd better quit smoking Or you would die soon
Shaking For that man was not used to holy advices
Blaming Philip Morris and all that Kerouac I've read Bukowski and other smokers French gitanes and lovers Painters Home studio workers All of themLaboring As I smoked a puff away.
Puffs away from here was Clément For that he was jealousy For he was agony As a letter and an ex presumably
That man was juggling with fear alone in the corner This man had white hair and juggled with that man And barely was the other one a father because he had virgin doubtsIn his head. . . he kept them Choked. And then vomited? But never freed. . . himself from his virgin thoughts.
Well yes my old man came to visit me too He said
Boy You better get your puffs and leave Coz this house is stinking And the air just won't let us heal So please kid Better stop smokin'
Well then the brazillionaire with whom we talk over that man And who liked this man Came and hibernated In the middle of our discussion. That is why we weren't able to make progress
You know brazillionaires They usually do that They are different than gazillionaires or bazillionaires But surely they seem to zillionate a lot And hibernate.
Then hibernate.
Puffed the woman called Nipsy Nipsy used to puff like for 3 years now She would not mess with people's puff Doesn't ask stuff Doesn't treat you as duffIt was nipsy Totally creepy.
I loved her She said Son Better stop puffing into my eyes I can't bluff when you puff But to love ya I need time and stuff Surely a good hand that I can use to bluff
That was rough Nipsy Rough to live down here on bootsy bay Hope you get dandruffs and get tipsy on your way Lord what a day, a christian antipuff day Handcuffed I pray. . .
Shepherd May lay on that hay She would usually rhyme easily like that What a puff she said to herself Then began the fire With the morning ashore winds Began to plunder the wrecks of the boat to hire Destruction, Mary Abstraction.
Fire engines and then flashes Her head those sounds seldom bashes In two puffs time everything was ashes Ashes into puff