Frontal lobe

Fucking shit man,
Out of my nugget high.
Intense visuals
Of the geometric type.
Body feels off,
Insanely odd thoughts.
More than expected,
This acid I bought.
I see your lips moving,
And I hear the noise,
But don't understand
The words that you voice...
Topped off to the cap.. the trap in mind.
The wound up thoughts unwind.
Peel back the rind,
Respect the idea of time...
Intense introspection,
The souls deep inspection,
The gross overtones of dissection of ego's projection,
And mainstream's infection.
Deep self reflection is Lucy's erection.
Feel the act of Lucy's mind fuck.
Through your ear,
Into the mind,
As if hit by a truck.
She permeates your essence
Your whole sense of being,
And tear loose your sense of self,
It feels so freeing..
Internal battles, won and lost.
Fuck what you thought!!! The only cost.
Acid is dangerous?
Damn right she is.
Cause when she gives you her kiss,
You feel her soft lips,
The outcome is this....
Everything you learned, unlearn it..
What society teaches, LOL bullshit.
All that you thought, the answers sought,
The life of day trippers for a worthy cause,
The loss of brain cells are not for naught.
If you handle being grabbed by the scalp and have it ripped back,
Miles of track, laid out on her rack.
She pushes you and pulls on you,
Thrusts her bust to enlighten you,
Till your thoughts are less than few.
The L.S.D. trip,
That you incur,
I hope that your mind endures.
'Cause Lucy is equilibrium's cure all and she insures,
Your mind fixed in time...
Then relax,
And straight mind, as you sober up and try to rewind the rhyme.
Completely sober and feel like a kid,
I love studying...
On acid...
Thoughts churned...
Open mind earned...
Here's to lessons learned....