Sitting on the Bayou
A young man sits on the grassy bayou, feeling the warm breeze to see which way the river flows;
He rolls up a smoke then lays back to relax at the blue sky, searching his mind as the birds head south on a autumn day fly.
He thinks of how the CEO Dope Dealers inventory has ruined so many minds, then he hears of the Booty-Butt Minimum Wage Hustler who just got fined.
Sitting on a slope lost in thought, dreaming on how it all should be sought.
(From my first book: "Thoughts From The Mind")