Days bygone
Famed single Pinch
Would attract
Like minds
Of intellects
Same, type-n-strain
Mindscapes grey
On colored scapes
Would access
Pastures fresh
Frontiers new
Thoughts galore
Pinch of
Salt-n-snuff
Ventilating many
Clogged refrains
Busy hubs
Blatant pinches
Braving stray cups
Of potent tea
Old times.
They've changed
Hubs are potent pubs
Pinches anew
More singular now
Innocent powders
Now non-salt,
Non-snuff , no cupsa teas
The pinch goes
Not to nose
The nose rather
Moves to floor
Snort
Brief humps
Lying so
Now there
Now no more
Snorted
No thoughts
No minds
No strains
No worries
Non potent
Nose mates
Non sighted eyes
Non I's
Mere Snorts
Lying glazed
Enslaved by
Pinches of dust
Minds once
Now Stoned.
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Submission Name: Stoned, in a single Pinch
