Drug fuelled films yn y nos, I am glad the protagonists don’t live close

The writings of Hunter S Thompson are freaky

They do transport you to the land that time forgot

Pteradactyls swoop on the triceratops like the red kites in Rhayader

I don’t need the LSD or magic mushrooms

As my neurons fire rapidly as my fingers sing the music

And I slip into bird like chorus

Chroma 7 inch from Popty Ping got nicked by postman Plod

How it got into the viz I dunno

I have a stack of them to throw

Surely there must be a good home for them

Hammered Benny the Beat fell into plants, luckily no ants in his pants

Will he ever put his wizard’s hat on again or will he remain sane