smash swish…

I would like astronauts to smoke joints

on the space station

all the world leaders to do mushrooms

acid for the pope and politicians

valium for the armies

don’t worry, we people will look for one another

trip out you pointy end of the pyramid

a cold beer a cup of tea

wind me through your hair

bury me under platitude

kill me with irony

show me power with intelligence

build  me missiles that cry…

even missiles

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