Picture it, I dare ya, out there in the Jungle
Of India, a place so old it makes you humble
There’s no roads and the trees are close together
So the way to get around is very clever
See the way that we’re rolling is ridin on a creature
And if he were a movie he’d be a double feature.
We’re riding high over terra-ferm’
On TuPac the two-pack-a-day pachyderm.
Now, this is the truth, and I ain’t jokin’
This elephant is addicted to tokin’
He’s hooked on the bud, and it makes him kinda mellow
Pretty useful for a beast that’s such a big fellow.
He can be super stubborn, so you gotta treat him firm.
He’s TuPac the two-pack-a-day pachyderm.
Elephants are super good at sucking cigs
Their prehensile trunks are build for holding twigs
But the problem is that smoking is just awful
What it does to lungs that big – imagine them all coughful
So even though TuPac was babied all his life
Cancer turned his end days into strife.
In the middle of the jungle though, nestled in some ferns…
Is a statue of TuPac, the two-pack pachyderm.
Written for Brief #16 of Like the Prose 2021: Tu-Pac