Credits are credits, and caches are caches.
Writing this verse was a pain. In the ashes
of leaves lies a thick juicy bud
with an answer for cancerous sticks in the mud.
A stick in the mud eschews cud. Sacred cows
worth their own salt really ought to share plows.
Plow pulling cows chewing cud really should
know when to blow and to suck. Both are good.
Suck on a joint. Here's the point. Now's the time
to care. I'm just sharing my stash in this rhyme.
