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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?

Itís a matter of
your calling,
a matter of
self-respect,
flying not falling

Itís a matter
of intuition
and New Yearís
resolutions
every single day.

Itís time to shed
the dread, time
to make a pledge
stand your ground,
never turn around.

Your aspirationís
renewed, your
narrativeís 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-steppiní here to the grave

---Jack Oakes 5/17/08

 

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