“NOT”
Inhaling





Smoked some shit
The other day
Called
“Crip”.

No one disclosed the founding
Of it’s title
But in retrospect
I’m sure it was short for cripple.

The strains
Being produced today
Are severely potent
Being christianed with names
Deserving of
Warning labels
Upon purchase.

I got ran over by
“Bulldozer”.

So when I smoked
A breed called
“Connie Chung”
I was puzzled
By it’s obscure
Irrelevant title.

My answer came shortly thereafter

As I crawled across the bathroom floor
Pulling myself up
By the porcelain sink.

I looked into the mirror
Seeing “her” eyes
Staring back at me

Slanted slits
Pupils barely visible

And a wide stupid grin.

No teleprompters.
No make up.

Eye To Eye With Connie Chung.

Getting The Get.