Black Hippie Psychedelic Ride

Soulful Black Flower Child is that who I be? Have I taken a trip to the moon? Perhaps, a long ride, courtesy of the Pacific Breeze. I asked the Breeze so cool, so strong, to fly me away to that relaxin' isolated Island PATCH, so that I can CATCH, a glimpse of those vibrant psychedelic hibiscus flowers. Pretty red, Funky fuchsia.

I said smoothly to the KOOL, KOOL, breeze, how'z about you blow me down a whole jungle filled with plush, soft, hibiscus petals. So I can roll around and groove to the beat of my own drum.

That buff breeze dropped me in the paradisiaic jungle, and blew golden yellow hibiscus flowers all over me. Before that Pacific Breeze left me alone it kissed my face, grabbed my waist. what did I find? A half bit, ..... hippie's brownie, How was I to know It was loaded and laced? I only took a small taste.

After that........I rolled around trippin' and laffin' smilin' at TREEZE and wavin' goodbye to the BREEZE that had dropped me off.