• I'm going to tell you a story
    About two young teenagers
    Frolicking in the smoke-filled gardens
    That even crack dealers would stay away.
    Every night around six
    The two would light up a campfire
    And smoke away their troubles
    Their troubles weren't really established
    Though it was proven they were having trouble
    Like everyone else a part of this world
    Whether it's money or deaths
    But the two teenagers carried on
    Not worrying about school or family
    And sustain smoking without care
    Their I.Qs slowly decreasing as dawn approached
    It had been twelve hours since their last smoke
    After fifty months they were found dead
    Drugs thrust in their eyeballs
    It was concluded to be an accident.

    So I ask my friends
    " Have you seen the accident at the garden? "
    And everyone else just looked at each other
    Asking " Did you see it? "
    I told them the story of the two teenagers
    Both lesbians who took a ride
    Away from their troubles
    They didn't want to die in an open field
    Or an automobile
    Poisons or toxins
    It was a damn shame they didn't see the accident
    I wrote down the brief story
    I titled it pretty simple yet understandable
    " Ode to the Druggies "
    And everyone laughed around my age number
    Except my teachers who scolded me
    About the title of it that it is against the rules
    Well how was I suppose to know 'druggies' is bad?

    I went home with a referral
    Stating the nonsense that committed
    I showed it to my mother and she laughed
    So childish that she even called the school
    To create more problems but I rather say nothing.

    Weekend came
    I went to the pawn shop
    I ask the pawn vendor
    " Hey Mr. Elder-man. "
    And he responded back to me
    But I stared at him
    With my eyes oozing crystal substances
    " I wanna Kill you. "
    I blurted and the vendor said
    " Well go a head I have nothing to live for "
    So I shot him in the eyeball
    The bullet was lodged in his brain
    He was stupid for a second
    Soiled himself down his beige pants
    I laughed inhumanly
    My teeth shaking in spasm movements
    My snot turning from gold green to blood red
    And my fingers growing persistently
    After that day I never looked in anyone's eyes again
    I thought it was my end

    I felt lustful and free
    I desired a place to hide
    Hearing about a sanctum over the Mexican border
    Crossing there would be my only escape
    So I marched down south first to Atlanta
    Then marched west to Houston
    Straight down to San Antonio
    And crossed the border not looking back
    I spotted the hiding place I sought
    The prodigious Sanctum
    Rims as gold as a snake's eyes
    Large enough to fill many immigrants from Americans
    Walking in there I sat with arms folded
    Awaiting my death
    However it took much longer than I thought
    I was then in such a trance that I was in an island
    With two girls smoking marijuana
    The girls involve with the accident from before.

    For seven years I spent my life on that island
    Playing the strange games with the women on that island
    They told me never trot north but I did
    I saw the ancient temple of Exile
    And looked around the halls of paintings
    I then awoke from my slumber
    Only to find I was merely disporting myself
    So I walked out the Sanctuary that was prodigious
    And I saw billions of people looking at me
    Waiting for an answer
    I stood up with a strange staff to my left hand
    I looked at them all and I said
    " For many years I had hide away from you all
    Just like today's society hiding the artist
    I prove to you that there are still artist out there
    Whether poetry or drawn
    So I ask of you fellow originals
    Who here wants to carry out the tradition of creativity
    If you responded yes then follow me
    Cause we are heading to the town of my birth
    And we will repel the insolence with our pencils
    Our minds vast as the story of God
    We will unleash such terrible vengeance
    That the very story of our courageous efforts
    Will be much more vast than the original Bible of Christianity! "