that morning i rewrote this a million times in my head before i got it down to paper

i was OUT but all up in HERE and huffin'
my puff-puff off the fag-drag of Ciggy
(i'm in my cradle getting fed disease)
and the blue birds were playing above me
and the coloured folk were singin' their
dulcet noise
and i danced to the songs
of nature. now,
puff-puff
...
puff
puff...
my drags are done; back
inside.