Yes! There is a lovely bud
under my sweet, sweet pillow,
colored as a greyest mud.
-And runs ahead a raving beast,
stoner-chasing armadillo,
straight from the east.
You know what I know,
but some things I don't know
you appear to know.
Is punk in your eyes suddenly fading,
are you a smiling pacifist now,
punk shall be pervading,
but peace should be there for all.
Interesting, kinda something different and new to read. It's usually something that I'd wouldn't read, but from it's "odd" point of view it's quite entertaining.
I like it, just felt like it went in a different direction in the end and maybe too much repetition in terms of "punk". I understand the point in the end seems to be there's more beneath the friendship, but the over use of the word punk i think adds mud to the waters if you will and thus it's harder to understand the message. Having said that, it is a great piece that's honest and creative.
Interesting theme, hmm about weed I presume. Funny word play in the second stanza. The last stanza is also quite interesting, a lot of paradoxes and contradictions here. Keep it up!