Stuffing Face

Neil deGrasse Tyson and Carl Sagan smoked their blunt

Ashes hit the floor and then their minds went on a hunt 

Cosmic cultured chaos and dimensions never seen 

Opened up before them, as a rift in time's routine 

Spilled sequential merit as the two discussed in tune 

Aliens and artichokes; a riddle and a rune

Neil gave his opinion of the theory of last breath 

Carl began to argue there was something after death

Suddenly another voice became the scholars' host

"Neil, you know he's right because dear Carl is now a ghost."

Blown away by what was said, Neil talked of his approach 

Carl agreed in fullness and their new friend hit the roach 

Laughter soon invaded as the scientists fell numb

Floating into nothing, they forgot where there were from

Conversation followed but the words were lost in space 

Smoking blunts will do that, as will food stuffed in the face ...

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