But I Got High

The gods are conspiring to supply me with weed

I smoked up tonight with my neighbours indeed

Little Christmas is the date of my daughter’s conception

My Epiphany Child, a delightful confection!

Sweet as she is, she’s been sour with me

But those days are over, happily

We’ll reunite. some day soon

I’ll be sure not to act like a looney toon!

Escape into mania is something I do

I get high on coffee too

Doing the do & getting a balance

Ready & waiting for every which challenge!