Pickled

I'm just a shout away

from my dreams

for me it's a sensitive thing

only a like mind

could understand my kind

it's all rushing in on me

like a faraway wind

blowing on me

raindrops falling

on my head

the ceilings gone

moving walls

out of my way

standing in the center

of my assignment

like a airborne messenger

heaven sent me

to raise some hell

I ink out loud

help me scream

brain freeze

like eating ice cream

on speed

cross a pepper

with a wicked pickle

you get a wickle

back when my bike

was a tricycle

it was vicious

go back to the wickles

they're delicious

straight out the jar

I'm drinking the juice

I've gone too far

shouldn’t have

done that

now I’m wasted