The twisted and turns of events.
The people that loved,
now hate the world they left behind.
The cow jumped over the moon.
Too much society,
too much greed.
They left to form a more perfect union,
but they hate the world that is flawed,
Three Men in a Tub.
It is all the same planet,
you here, me there.
We cover our bodies with cloth or silk.
Some of us anoint our feathers with dust,
some of us grovel before the lords.
Now we want to fight to form a more perfect union,
how bizarre, ole peaceful citizens.
There is a strange world that I live in,
mentally free of all trappings or
Laurel dresses me in the garments of fad.
This is our world, a world that can turn on a dime,
when we see Morningstar the world will change again,
twisting and turning the events of our Halloween skies.
Where are the comfortable pockets for this hopeless dreamer?
There are no hash pipes winding around this room.
There is only a mind that uses words to wander around till noon.
Rub-a-Dub-Dub, Three Men in a Tub.
Why Eat Organic Foods
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Words & Graphics by Tomas