My eyes are dripping red and fire
From the dip I dared into the smoldering bowl
To make chase after a broad-grinned goblin
I call tomorrow.
The toe I poked turned into plunge
And ventured to the edge of tolerance
And never has the world shone smaller since.
To say what is our purpose then
If dipping dope becomes our when
While tripping out to psychic tunes
To dream of distant soft sand dunes
(And drift between the tell-tale fumes)
Floating 'twixt now and anywhere
the motto is "we have no care"
Stroll 'round in your underwear
Raise your sign and do declare
To fight to keep your special place
And vow to protect her gentle face
So that one day there will be more
Than headache banging and throat sand sore.
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