Let's defy gravity, baby.
Let's defy that *****
until her forceful hands shake us
back to reality.
We'll rise above this dreary world
and play leap frog among the stars.
We'll smoke one with the moon
while he
spills secrets about the Sun.
We'll get drunk off faith
and throw a prayer or two up ahead
for the Man Upstairs.
When the magic fades,
We'll hold one another as the law comes back into effect
and we slowly drift through the clouds
claiming lazily
that the moon prefers Southern Comfort.
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