Paddy rolled a doobie big as a bottle of Yop
then set off in search of Truth,
his only companion a walking stick
with a compass set into the top.
Fifteen minutes later, he'd found it,
underneath the flowerpot by the back door.
It looked sad as a cowpat, or a grot
of toothpaste spat out at a campsite.
Paddy sighed and tugged on his massive spliff.
Some things, the world just isn't ready to hear.