So what if they smoke ***? So what if they are different?
I love hippies, I respect them. It's just my way of seeing things.
It's not going to help to build walls, every bump in the road,
If you do score some ****** madness, you may ignore this message,
I will love you just the same! But of course I'm there down below,
Filthy with the animals, you look down on me and shame,
You're quite the "pure hearted" one for which we all must change,
So if I were like you-which by now I should already be-I'll take a puff
Of hippy kindness so my breath wont make you have to leave.

I
had something on my mind
I
guess it really doesn't matter anyway
I
was unable to get my point across

You
stand there slack jawed with all the answers
You
bathe yourself in fairies tears to recover from my words
You
are popular and "open minded" so you win I guess

OF COURSE

They
will never take my side
They
are on every block praising you
They
are also in charge and can burn me so bad

**How quaint...

Didn't catch something like a halo hidden in the dusty clouds?
A well described place, this "heaven," you search for as in vain,
Perhaps like a modern pirate with a compass which faces due south,
They'll find what they seek, even if it means innocent life is slain.

This is it, patriots! Trashed ghetto awaits in the biggest cities,
Out of site out of mind! I will STILL find my peace of the pie,
Richer dreams we seek in the earth, to hold and have, so pretty,
For now-at the cost of anything-it's our "innocent" man-made right.

But all of this commotion that brings so much confusion,
We'll see clearly what is considered to be conceived as a blessing,
A miracle of speaking, this way of making awkward confession,
It seems to make us feel better to find a sign, it must be missing.

X marks the spot! "We've found out" that it's hidden in the dunes,
Beneath the limitless dusty despair there will come an answer,
In time we'll make it to this place just not far beyond all moons,*
Even if it takes living a life-like lie that's a deadly nightmare cancer.

I am a dog, I am naked and alone.
I'm not the only one.
This is it, my expensive 11 square feet
I like to call my empty home.
I guess there's something to be said
For this "stupid dog" who will never *EVER
Get to "see anyone" real but might just get
The lucky joy of being ******!

I have everything I need, or so I'm told,
We get by being just another girl or guy,
Make the most of this without eccentric goals,
Give me a break, this is what I "need" in life.
The truth is we're all about making a scene
When I finally get to live my "dangerous" dream,
This place has food and shelter and "life,"
Sure we've got it made, this way of life is obscene,
One way or another while I wonder about "it,"
These "insane" feelings of nature just never quit,
When the time comes I'll magically find the "right place,"
But until then who knows if my dream is a streaking bet,
Don't even bother going naked, I'm already just a "disgrace,"
You "Go Army" and die, my basic needs are all too well met,
But along with these words are the reasons I wont move just yet.