The Delta Of A Baked Good Between Two Key States

Buddy was high as fuck.

Sittin’ high in his truck.

Usin’ up his good luck.

Gonna come down soon.

Lilly got no bloom.

Something workin’ up that sweat now.

Giva a bit ‘o lip then holy cow

Big dust up in the alley.

No damn friends, his only pal, he

Testified ignorance.

Knew nothing, dude’s.. hence

He should be set free.

Dude has family.

They don’t think like we

Do, they criticize, hypothesize

And otherwise… invent the truth.

And then, to boot,

They sic their dawg on you.

And when you think you’re through

When there’s nothing else to do.

Those fucks do you.