"Reality"

Sitting in my bedroom.

Just took some shrooms.

The Wall playing on the TV.

Wanting to escape reality.

I begin seeing purple rats,

Carrying baseball bats.

I begin seeing green mice,

Playing a game of dice.

I look down at my hands,

And they turn into sand.

I try to get off my bed,

But I can't find my head.

It was floating up in the sky,

Eating a huge pumpkin pie.

My body begins to shake,

As it turns into fruitcake.

I start farting out Pop Rocks,

And burp out cuckoo clocks.

My head hovers over me,

Singing out of key Journey.

I grab it, but it disappears,

And Ozzy Osborne appears.

He begins singing Crazy Train,

As it begins to pour down rain.

I look outside and the drizzle

Is made of Wildberry Skittles.

There's a flash of pink light,

And I pass out for the night.

I wake up riding a city bus

Covered in roasted peanuts.

The driver is a shaved gorilla.

Who smells like French vanilla.

He drops me off at my place,

And tells me to please stay safe.

I wake up in my own bedroom.

I find the small baggie of shrooms.

I flush them down for my sanity.

Never again will I escape reality.