The Math Of A Laugh
what did I do for a living, visit? = what did I live for a doing, miss it?
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Too Far
Not too far it will be done
Not too far for the meantime,
Somewhere between two and one
Just short of the dividing line
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Mime Money
economic issues in these times
is a ghost of nickels and dimes
cheer up, phantom money will set us free
I'll pretend to work,
you pretend to pay me.
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Spiritual Song
When the night becomes too long,
In stillness, sing a spiritual song,
Sing to the triangle, sing to the square,
Sing to the circle, the Lord's everywhere.
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The Older You Get The More You Look Like Oatmeal
bronze body turns to oatmeal over time,
you'll see what I mean, unless you go blind,
why, who knows, it's just part of the wheel,
the older you get, the more you look like oatmeal.
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Miranda Rights?
You have a right to remain stupid,
Anything you say will diffuse you in a court of flaw.
If you cannot afford a liar,
One will be disappointed.
Do you understand these re-writes,
As they have been read to you?
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What's Wrong
The pointless are careless,
The careless are fearless,
The fearless are clueless,
The clueless are pointless,
And they vote.
The ruthless are awful,
The awful are deceitful,
The deceitful are relentless,
The relentless are dreadful,
And they rule.
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Stuff of Dreams
It's the dream that determines the direction,
Mind over matter in the shape of a dream,
The afterlife, the present moment,
Owe their stuff to the dream,
Blown up worlds are the stuff dreamers left behind,
Shreds of evidence are revealed from time to time.
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My Hair
It used to be here,
Now it's there,
A migration
Of my hair,
Once on my head,
Now under my arm,
In the pit
I can see it.
In the ear,
It's here,
Why?
In my nose,
It grows,
Why?
Hair products for removal,
Products to make it grow,
Why?
And wax, hot wax,
Why?
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Layers
Above are layers of atmosphere, stratosphere,
Below layers of topsoil, rock and clay,
People in layers rich and poor,
Cities built on top of cities, on top of cities.
Layers of thought conscious to unconscious,
Felt in layers asleep to awake,
In a dream of a dream, of a dream in a dream,
In a dream of a dream, in a dream.
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