Maverick Musings Part I (The Den)

White smoke, Red Eyes

No furniture, stained tiles on walls

Forever, the den shall stand tall

Naked beer bottles lined up

Old monk peeking from behind

Beds on the ground

Cigarette butts all around

Mounds of ash, surround

M-seal for a pipe

Pepsi for a bong

Take a hit, dude

For, the stuff wont last long

A feast every night

Chicken groovy, and the rice alright

One nigga always ate the most

Pretending to be lost

Brylcreem dude puked next door

Never did he show his face anymore

Den's heart was bigger than its space

Welcome, if you can keep pace

So many heads and one shit hole

Living like gypsies

Fucking hippy was every single soul

The happiness was real

Coz it was truly shared.