Smoke and Mirages (AKA...)

(BIKINI STRING THEORY)

Odd things happen!

Just t'other day,

I was sittin' and smokin',

When shortly I espied an Elephant walkin' by!

I looked it up and down,

Like you do a gal in a string bikini;

To melodies of the Red Hot Chili Peppers when...

He decide to converse,

Rehearse..if you will,

His reason for bein' !

Of which, I had no problem as I was head deep in my smoke!

Hell I even offered that great gnarly beast a toke..

It was the least..

He cut my thoughts short as he took the blunt,

Started his spiel..

I am called "Ol Voodoo",

Said he in a stentorian thunder of a voice!

Though I'm sure that's not what you think I'd be..

But thas okay, he slurred through the inhale,

I am string theory in the flesh..

A conjuration of The Wizard's imagination,

For your entertainment and the subjugation..

Of your mind!

Witchful thinking, I guess you could call it!

He chuckled..

A deep, throaty thing that seemed to start from his BUTT..

THAT thought alone,

Sent me into piques and spasms of hilarity!

He watched me..

Bemused, Amused, and not a bit confused at what sent me rollin'!

Which reminded me...

So I rolled another as I was beginnin' to fade..

Or was it the elephant?!

Either way,

We sat and talked,

and talked,

and talked some more...

Til somewhere I dozed off.

He musta tired of waiting,

Cuz I awoke, startled when I took a tumble off my seat,

Thinkin' what a great treat,

A dream so surreal..

Til I heard the Elephant's peal..

And I turned to watch him sashay...

On two legs, no less,

Walking away!

Fading into the afternoon roadway mirage.

I think I'll ha' me a beer now!

Later,

When is cooler,

Maybe I'll roll me another Elephant!

Argue about reality... and Bikini String Theory.

Or THE Wizard...

Or?!