Freakin Out

The Seventies , Addiction, Twisted

by hotcockle

..Freakin Out..

..One day in the middle of the night,
the moon came up and the sun shone bright,
the cuckoo barked as the guard dog mooed,
an orchid sang as a black dove cooed.

..Mushroom spots before my eyes,
surreal visions, a pink pig flies.
Hairy Greek in tight green shorts,
offers himself for a couple of snorts.
Mindless rage and vengeful fists
leaves as Emo slit his wrists.
Hearing filth come from a nun,
see the Lord pick up a gun.

..Recoil hard and cringe in fear,
acid flash backs.....I still see clear .