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I am so stoned
I can's hardly see out of my eyes,
And, Jesus H. Christ!, a car
Pulls up in front of me. The world
Brakes to a halt. The sun is warm
And the pavement hot.
Deep beneath the soil,
Where it is neither warm nor cold,
Await the worms,
And corruption.
Up here a horn blows
And the bumpers clank
And life goes on
In spite of itself.