Comatose

Puffed a bit of ganja for I was quite curious
Then I imagined a panorama of God getting furious
For I have caused a propaganda in my mind; so glorious
After I wrote a little saga of a blind and a dubious
When the raga was playing so lustrous and melodious
About a drama with a chapter of a tantra so mysterious
Skin to skin, pant after pant, nothing skipped notorious
Like karma in the plaza making things so atrocious
And there was a mantra of love making me envious
Indeed only a Java can hype me to my wakefulness
For this sonata of a ganja is drowning me to my helplessness
For the Jasper has no whip to lather my loneliness
And I'm still searching for that mysterious voices
Those which I only hear under such influences
So I puffed another roll of that sweet seductress
To go back to where that mantra guide me through the darkness

-PRK-