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Flee to the woods.
Never mind the shoulds and coulds.
Leave the business bustle;
Ignore the salesman's hustle.
Forget the fumes and stale air of bars;
Forget the ambitious in their racing cars.
Go where your thoughts aren't scattered by sirens;
Get away from the 'hood and crack-filled environs.
Seek what they never show you on TV;
Tune out preachers telling you how to be free.
When getting on the bus, make sure it's magic;
Let the daily news handle the tragic.
I could go on and on putting it down in rhyme;
I could tell you that we're running out of time.
And who knows where it goes?
And can we squeeze in any more shows?
He's got his hand out for your dolla.
Give him enough and he won't holla.
They bring in the law when it suits their needs;
It's on the vulnerable that the monster feeds.
Go, my friend, in amongst the trees,
For it'll do you no good to get on your knees.
The Kinks said it best about the Powerman;
Stay away from corporate hands if you can.
Never mind the so-called Constitution;
Never count on restitution.
Go with everything you can imagine;
Don't dwell on definitions of "sin".
If hoping for anything, then make it pleasant dreams.
Remember your latest "crisis" might not be what it seems.

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posted 05.28.07.

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