Mother's Day Brunch
On How to Lose Your Job
By Greg SanchezPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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As the bad moon kept on rising
Juan and Miles ate eleven g’s of shroom caps.
Without any fear or even a plan
they crossed over the line
that once upon a time
LSD erased.
{a few minutes later there was no way back}
Pushed by their lack of remorse
deep into the lowest frequencies of reality they went.
Down into hell they followed an endless obtuse stair;
mainly they just missed their fond fellow cook,
but the most important thing was
that Miles didn’t have to work brunch that Sunday.
He despised egg cookery that turned nutty,
someone had burnt the clarified butter probably.
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