Flushing, not rushing, so
my throat don’t burn.
Let it dry nicely, give
it a full cure. When

I went to burn it, I
shoulda returned it ‘fore
I made the purchase. Boof
I’ll never worship.

Toss it. Forget it. Please
don’t ever rip it. Pack
good bud and sip it, so
you won’t be timid when

your turn’s upon you. Just
gobble the bong fumes. Must
hobble to those rooms with
baubles shaped like shrooms.