Propped
up by
propaganda
In a repressive society
only comedians
tell the truth
I’m lucky
they let me live; they’re lucky
I’m alive
*
This music sounds
like running
on a treadmill!
Feeling
my life so
clearly now
Waiting
on the mercy
of night
*
Not a “genius”—
but tuned into Big Mind
sometimes
To think
enthusiastically
Of course!
Exciting
romantic
delusions
*
You have to feel good
to help others
feel good
Restraining enthusiasm—
as much of a lie
as pretending it
That job’s
too serious
for me
*
Flirting
with
possibilities
Laughter like
a rattling
chain
We are each
the lover
the other needs
*
A whiff of grass…
and the trees seem
treeier
When you speak
with an individual
there is no “mass man”
This song
is a hit
in heaven
*
He
is
Himself
Discovering truth—
usually
a relief
No having
an opinion
is fine
.
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