We all live in a yellow submarine?
Not only is that a bad metaphor,
it is blatantly wrong.
Everyone knows we all live
in a purple tomato on a custard moon.
But who would believe that?
The whole thing is ******* up
and do you know why?
Because Newton is tearing his hair out,
he cannot get his cradle
to rock from side to side.
Everyone is so ******* busy
turning potential into kinetic,
they have forgotten about the baby.
And so now we are all
threatened by the rotting aubergine,
replacing the falling apple,
and slapping Newton in the face.
And Hoffman the reluctant hero
is peddling his bike down the lane,
escaping the reality of responsibility,
but at least he was having a laugh,
at least he had a ******* great time.
And the yellow submarine changed,
into a pink inflatable banana,
ridden by the children of fools.
The fools that should have known better,
and followed the white rabbit down the hole,
they might have avoided becoming fools.
The white knight may have talked backwards,
but the walrus understood him,
with his tusks of sweetened marshmallow,
and he does translate in quantum notes,
relaying in geodesic Morse to the carpenter,
how to build a ******* yellow submarine.
© Pagan Paul (26/10/17)
One of my old chaotic psychedelic writes,
drawing on psychedelic cultural references.