Moronica

Don’t give me the runaround As you dumb down The home crowd I need your stiff touch As you coat those around me With the dim brush

Don’t leave me here thinking While you hop on Crowning those blinking Don’t miss out this brain As your nightly dance Tip-toes past all my world again

I yearn for swift idiocy Please lead this mind to bliss Why – catching every other bean about me – Do I escape again stupidity?

So now’s empty my head time Soft scoop behind these eyes I’ll stop this complaining When you leave me unwise.

cut red cabbage

image: bujons cabbage, video: Alan Watts, via Omega Point

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