freaky

sit with liquid sunshine,
my cup runs over the moon,
bark like a hyperspace dog,
wag the tail wag the tail...
wind in the trees,
wind up the tongue and
lash out at the fuckers in the world,
crash out on the lawn,
crash the political party
going on the old news tv,
crash this shit come crashing down,
coming down after this democracy high,
get a capitalist hangover,
hang your head over the toilet bowl,
vomit your poverty into muddy waters,
sing the blues for lack of greens,
bills bills bills and more bills,
less bills in your wallet skinny,
skinny like those poor kids on the commercials
with the nosy flies all over the place,
all over like wall street chickens
flying the coop flying into a coup d'etat
but nah, what do we know about walls or streets?
me want garden space and wild shit,
unrecognizable wild assed boogie down jazz planet,
funk some shit up and blast the moon jams freaky,
dance like you ain't got no underwear under there
and dance like we're all watching
because we are all veeeerrry interested,
interested in live things as they were meant to live,
in living our lives without walls streets banks or
congress or progress,
we ain't in it for a petty revolution just so we can
rewrite history, his stories are done
and were all a lie anyway, so anyways....
we lie down in the naked grass and we smoke it,
smoke out the old geezer behind their smokescreen,
lift the curtain on the land of oz and
stay the fuck out of kansas, we're going
to the center of our being, in love with each other,
in love with all the wholesome freaky sinful unpatriotic
disobedient chicanery we can come with in order to
poke holes in the order of things just so we can celebrate
the way that political parties wish they could party.