Sensational Bliss
The clouds rise.
The consciousness is fried.
More than burnt french fries
The aroma was nothing to hide.
The atmosphere left an impression
Something never left to dismiss.
Oh what a great session
Feeling sensational bliss.
Knock your shoes off and sink into the couch
As your mind leads you on a meandrous journey.
Go ahead and slouch
It’s passable if you appear as a chimney.
