Do You Want
Do you want
World peace,
liberty, or the,
the third degree?
Do you want
a planet you
can call home,
or is it time to
live on the moon
in a plastic dome?
It’s a matter of
your calling,
a matter of
self-respect,
flying not falling
It’s a matter
of intuition
and New Year’s
resolutions
every single day.
It’s time to shed
the dread, time
to make a pledge
stand your ground,
never turn around.
Your aspiration’s
renewed, your
narrative’s resumed.
Do you want
harmony,
high-mindedness
and heaven?
Take a step
up from the dregs
and the perpetuation
of madness and greed.
Harvest and the seed,
willows and the reed.
Sandstone serenades
Bests plans are never made
Two-steppin’ here to the grave
---Jack Oakes 5/17/08
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