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COVID is the end of the hippy road
all that freedom turned out to be Trump
the mock of rule
a signal dropping out
and they are judging us
are smug
say we are
to say so
that’s the roundabout
who’d have thought?
and that's the problem
they were always pretending the money away
as in the best American movies
even after
you must have the baby
I used to think them harmless before
all potions and salves
more to be pitied
but I see now
their naturalness
the lack of respect
and where it goes
all freedom to
no freedom from
they exercise wild instinct
so-called
imagine tides, grain untowards
some incense and some sacred oil
don’t let the uniform fool you
its happy go lucky
do unto others
they are shellfish
just pretend to swim
but mollusc the salt keel
won’t vote
but feel
do trance
a guru grope tickle width superstition
they are all hypnotised
and some have called all of this love
some knuckle up with HATE
whole tribe tattooed thus
theirs the freedom of the dinosaurs
before this world is struck
I wear a mask among them
I am hoping to survive
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