Sanity.




They fuck you up the sane,
building their empires of the mind,
nothing nice nothing kind,
institution ash rain.

A billion carbon cars,
toads heads in jars,
the sun shining as the few,
a dead parrot and blind Pew.

Don't tell me as I talk to the flowers,
whiling away ale house hours,
a daytrip a day,
keeps the moon in play.

It's nice to be a lunatic.

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