My Best Friend’s a Shaman

My best friend’s a shaman, and I’m a shaman, too
Yes, I know that I was Wiccan, but that’s all so ingénue.
I’ve given all my witchy things to my little sister, Fluff,
‘Cos now that I’m 15, I can see it’s childish stuff.

My best friend’s guy’s a shaman and he really knows his path.
He sounds so cool on Instagram, it was cruel of Fluff to laugh.
He’s got these cool dreamcatchers, he’s got wolves on every wall.
His shaman name is really neat, it’s White Wolf in Snowfall.

(It’s his laptop background. And I just thought it was blank! That’s wicked).

My best friend’s guy said shamen had all nearly died and so
We thought to be real shamen that we’d better have a go.
Her neighbours have an electric fence, we tried to lean on that.
I ended up in hospital and felt a proper twat.

We thought we’d try a few drugs, ‘cos that’s what shamen do.
We raided her boyfriend’s supply, pretending to be Sioux.
We crammed it in his pipe of peace, and sucked on it like mad
But all we got was headaches and it made us feel real bad.

The boyfriend’s got a sweat lodge which he told us we could try.
We sat and chanted and got hot, and then we got real high.
We thought that we were journeying into the spirit land
But the vodka he’d put on the coals had made us just get canned.

My best friend’s a druid, and I’m a druid, too
Yes, I know that I was a shaman, but that’s all so ingénue.
I’ve given all my native things to my little sister, Fluff,
‘Cos now that I’m 16, I can see it’s childish stuff.

Alexa Duir © 2003