I smoke a toke and become a different bloke that’s chokin
Broke in the open trope of never known n tokin
Floatin the streams of never beens
and ever-seepin grievers
Street-level open-shovel diggin up the reapers

Look at the mangled roots
Look at their stretch
Look upon the tangled poet
showin all he’s etched

Seep into the reaping true to fleeting all the gangles
Always reaching to uphold the scolding credo tangles

This is how a marionette is draped upon the stage
Of all the world in acting’s Globe
in every given age