6 March 2013
One night all had gathered around at P.J's flat, We met to swap stories, and give it all that, After plenty of drink and many a Jay, In all his friends drinks, P.J something did lay,
Just seconds they reckons for the Acid to take, Won't be long now before alls wide awake, Becomes one with your drink as it lazily soaks, Give it half hour you start feeling the pokes, Vibrant colours morph into violent rainbows, Then P.J (who else?) shouts "its out we must go!!",
Now tribe had agreed they'd all definitely been duped, Glad its wasn't them all going big time loop de loop, The whole crew busy tripping, oh my it's such fun, Journey on now through the chine, Banter and noise on the run,
A wooden bridge all made with slats now threw itself In our way, We can't work out what it's all about, not for night nor day, Jump up on one end and out shoots the ripple, Everyone walking like to many double triples,
Bored, bored, we're then off like a shot, Brakes on to skin up and smoke us some pot, Meander through the gardens we'd seen One hundred times, Somethings for certain, No crime on young minds,
Things look familiar but slightly congested, All the lads grew a frown, Suddenly it was suggested, Could we have grown lost chine traversing down, Fuck me, cant believe it, this must be Toy Town,
Further on we did wander,further on we did roam, Not til dawn had broken did we make it home, In daylight we looked and felt like the dead, Felt like a week was needed in bed.
Trippin • Opuss № I