Can you hear that roaring sound,
Like a rocket taking off from the ground,
High as a kite destination the moon,
Shot after shot sobriety leaves soon,
Shotgun a beer for good measure,
A couple bong tokes for my leisure,
Wobbling as I'm walking down the street,
Step by step I can't even see my feet,
What fantastic world is this before me,
Still climbing this toxic cloud slowly,
Floating in bliss thoughts scramble won't miss,
Form a sentence with slurs slipping senses,
I think I'll pull the brakes on this cruise,
Chilling in space absent formal excuse
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