briefly

I've hit~up a few    
& smoked~out a lot of ya    
Hit the bong more    
             than    
Hopper blow's a harmonica    
Just    
    Holding-it-in    
until I spout out in Algebra    
Add fiddle's, more riddles    
& many kind thoughts of ya    
Saying 'Shalom'    
   Breaking bread with some baklava    
Starting all over    
low-down like it's 'Mardi Gras'    
Running round these streets    
cause    
    We like to party-hop    
known to shock cities    
just like that Lee Harvy shot  
Crawl down the clock tower  
& escape all those officers  
Disappear from this drama  
our next phantom of the opera...