Revolution over Yonder.

I aint got no gun.. I aint got no bombs..
just a head with hair all tangled and no comb..
Come hither ye mad punkette..
Let's paint that purple and pink with a dash of violet.

You get the scissors I ask for..?
Cut them strings, I'd like to stretch more..
When I walk beside you, I am the lesser man
I care not a dime nor a penny, not till the shit hits the fan.

the tunes are lulling me to a smooth awakening.
Some would call rabid dreaming..
when i tried to understand,
they just open up their hands...

They want me to dance..
They want me to prance..
They say it's folklore..
could it be red-tape and not much more.?

I'm an arm-chair philosopher
I aint got no heart(?)
I'm a poet.
I don't have a poem..

Come on in, Here's my boat
Im sure it'll float
just don't make a hole..
I don't fancy a cold.

Tick tock tick tock

Tick tock tick tock
Circa 2000
One me, lonely, alone, all at the same time

One mudi, one psycho, one friend, all at the same time
One prasad, one santa claus, one brother, one philosopher, all at the same time
One kadri, one waste, one retard, one companion, all at the same time
One zan, one bum, one confidante, one roomie, one swing, one palio, all at the same time
One raul, one pal, one ol’ timer, many battle scars, all at the same time
One bunch of no gooders, all stoned, all drunk, merry men, pretty women, all friends, all good timers, all at the same time

Tick tock tick tock
Circa 2009
One me, lonely, alone, all at the same time