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rock and roll poem 5

Dead Kennedys

rowdy resistance rock

I ate weird berries in the woods

now time is repetitive, immortal moments

moths preying on the bees

for the mad ones shouting unintelligible orders,

the free, the lovelies all three.

and the good, bad and the ugly walking the edges

like circle triangle square alchemists

the loners' withdrawal, bohemian dinosaurs

give up the thorazine shuffle and hermetic control

all for existential human blues


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