The only problem present
is not accepting reality
or feeling ill-equipped to handle it
Well, I’m a little dopey
at this point in the new world order
but just as determined as ever
to resist the sway and pull free forever
Hey, baby, help me see clear
past these chemicals in the food
and these dilated pupils
lit up in the night
with needles guiding
their lunatic frenzy
Jesus Christ, son, show a bit
of confidence
even swagger when it’s proper
to peacock out bold feathers
of righteous word expressed
Yeah, I sure might be
a little dopey
but I’m not a rube
and I’m not presumed
to be consumed by the
doublespeak
Orwellian propaganda
sucking like a tick
at the fat of political flesh
For the love of Buddha,
if you’re still afraid
to stand against
such a vile system
at this point in its
atrophic state of decay
then your karma is rotten
at its core
so sorry
and you’ll have to go
through the whole sleazy cycle again
with the scarlet letter
of cowardice
hung around a burdened heart
So why not transcend nirvana
and call a hoax
on the hex
these bastards have spun
and spelled upon us
black magic hocus-pocus
well, abracadabra, darlings
we’ve called bullshit
in the pasture
with a mountain
of evidence
to pile atop your case
Let the Tao
have its final say
about renaissance
and revolution
