Down an orphaned bypass, trailing with ash
Near a slide of asphalt off the next ramp
Memories of gridlock are stained in the tarmac
As Tire tracks trail like, old Viking runes
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What if there was a world
That was in full reverse
Where flowers pollinated bees
And aliens were the abductees
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At work he craves for more shopping
And getting high in Mall hopping
He fills his world with Leisure
Until he throws up in seizures
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Every day I latch my rage
Behind a bulletproof grin
I've played the role of being nice
When my mind is in a tailspin
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Time lays marooned on the edge of oblivion
Marked in the still-life of gravity's wake
No stars, nor lights just a graveyard of night
a nebulous ocean, that's vast and opaque
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The difference between religion
and the comforts of beer and wine
is that the latter has more substance
in helping commune with the divine
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Green chapels swell under simmering noon
beaches, oaks and balms, blush in verdant plumes
gleaming glossy gowns of mint foliage
Serenely soothing doubts with its rustic dosage
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You wrote the book
on how to be a crook
It caught a line of suckers
Now it's an instant bestseller
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She built a world of fantasy
on turrets and stone balconies
with ribbons in her golden hair
she danced in rainbows without care
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