I think a lot about the times when i was old and full on lines

Like man it's all so hip or was it groovy

Well anyway that's all so yuk

Like a book i didn't read last night

Concerning someone else's wife. whose husband's son

Had ran off with his mother



And you know. if 3 and 2 were multiplied they'd equal 6

Little children started building not with bricks

But with what they had been told was

Advantageous to an old and sort of in between

Has been



I must admit it frightens me to think we take so literally

The fact that you can get away with murder

There ought to be a law against

Common sense of course will not prevail

If people going into jail

Are doing so for fear of unemployment



And you know. what makes a parrot talk

Is really rather cute

What he does is listen close then follows suit

And within a minute. two at best. refers to you

As nothing less than some obscene

Has been



I've never had myself altered. what for

I mean if i did. i'm not sure

I'd be all that happy to see. another me



I wouldn't be at all surprised if i looked you

Straight in the eyes

And saw there were no stars. only your eyeballs



And you know, if two and two were joined

By two they'd equal 6

Little children started building not with bricks



And without even the prompting will bestow on you

The daunting little words that mean

Has been

A sort of in between

Has been


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