Excerpts From: the stoned Biker diaries
Where Rides the Devil or God
I was higher than a kite, on that night,
I was burnt, wired an lit
God and the Devil were there, on the level!
They were arguing general shit
“AAH HUH?” said God, given the Devil a nod
“You want this one?”
Hands on his hips the Devil pursed his lips,
I reached for my poke, rolled a bigger toke,
I struck it to fire.
God sneezed and the Devil wheezed.
I sunk deeper in my mire.
God looked down, with a frown
He said, “This guys a fake!”
“Full blown, on home grown,
and he is only half baked!”
“Hey!
Ether of you two, want a brew?
No!
ok don’t say I never asked”
God’s
halo twitched, the Devil just bitched
In
the after affect I basked.
Hey!!
The point I’m thinking is the joint
But
the question is why?”
God
blinked, the Devil winked
I
know said I
God
smirked “Your such a little jerk!”
“You
think I’d waste the time?”
who’s
rowing this boat, the Devil cleared his throat
I
smiled like a stunned mime
God
rolled his eyes, the devil’s getting wise,
They
inhaled the second hand smoke.
I
climbed on the cloud, were God sat proud.
if
youse guys ain’t buyin I’m goin broke!
“Should
I smite this sod?” the Devil asked of God
I
rolled two giant twisty ends,
I
offered one to the fallen and one to the Son.
They
looked at each other like long lost friends,
It
was fuzzy like snowing my buzz was going.
The
Devil got the raving munchies
God
says it’s going to my head, I think I need a bed
God
faded and the Devil grabbed my crunchies
Than
came John and Brad, looking all sad
Pull
up a stool