I didn't smoke, not even a single drag,
Yet I felt stoned, like a rebel flag.
Cloud of weed filled the air,
A witch's brew none could spare.
Seven cups of tea, sweet as a sin,
Mind went rogue, as the sugar kicked in.
High on energy, high on spree,
Inducing the humour, setting it free.
Never knew then, what fueled this ride,
I kissed my phone, swallowing my pride.
No joint in hand, yet I touched the sky,
Just inhaled that shit and said goodbye.
Cracked my jokes like a crazy little man,
Punched a dude, then threw a can.
I sang a song, I rhymed a verse,
The day ended on a pleasant curse.