Blunt Chun li
On sticky Lady Lean
Leaning on the altars of skulls
Men of impulse

Looking so lean and mean
Like Idi Amin
On billows of cloud and loud, watch as we cruise

Bruise Li
In battles known for its bruise,
And abuse
We fight and light up
Space men!

Strolling through the galaxies of uncharted universe
Pitching tents on perfumed paradise
Like loaded dice, we bounce through the confines
They say we are the societal vices

We are the street spices
With us the brain needs no ice
We are the eyes
We are the highs

Say hi to those men called guys
Men in glazed guise!

philfearon:

Blunt Mary Jane

kingofthenorth:
sweet sweet mary jane