A Poem I Once Wrote

There was a poem I once wrote

From which great thinkers would quote

And ponder its meaning

All through the morning

And into the evening.

There was a poem I once wrote

I think it was about euthanasia

Or maybe it was about the youth in Asia

I recited it to a man in Guam

And he thought it was about the feeling

Of having the world in your palm.

There was a poem I once wrote

It took me seven days and seven nights

I wrote it while on mushrooms

In a long hallway full of neon lights

That emitted a cacophony of sonic booms

And somehow assuaged my fear

Of all the world's glooms.