Ab(original) People

Mushrooms grow.
"That hamburger is so big,"
but only because of the spiritual influence of mushrooms.
He'd only be normal if he were on shrooms.

Sorry. I got so absorbed
in the [time capsule],
which I'll open three years hence."
Is that my pill? It must have fallen out of my pocket."

I can't speak louder.
No joke.
Who does he think he is?
The "slow" musician with nasty hair.

The industrial spilt drink,
he's not ready to throw up.
But he'll tell us when he is.
We'll hear him...if he speaks louder.

The buzz and the fuzz.
The fuzz on face.
The buzz on back.
He's Harry Potter and Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

Eyes that see if you look, but he doesn't.
He looks away, averts his eyes
from the running man and the tent.
Then he left.

I am not the one on shrooms.
I am not the teacher.
I am not the slow lyricist.
I am not the spilt drink.
I am not Harry Potter and Jonathan Taylor Thomas.

No, I am his elf.