See the fool who mimics the sun
Burning out like a quasar--pulsing
Your lunar laugh and smokey dreams
Bare your soul and take control
While the spaced out space chick
Keeps the cosmic beat
Fields of poppies blind for sunshine
Burning paths of fluid joy
Bare your soul and take control
If the wolves are howling outside your door
Invite them in and make them beg for more
While the day-glo daffodils
Are pushing violent from the earth
It's open season on new ideas, they call it bad influence! You think I'm bad, well I'm the most fun that you ever had. So good, but people say I'm a bad influence. Wide mouths with narrow minds that can't accept your difference so they call it bad influence. Break out of the mold before the mold sets in, dangerous walls are closin' in. They twist the truth then give it a spin, callin' it bad influence!
What? So it's not my normal blog post. Frak off, this is my blog and I'll do what I want! Mwa-hahahaLater...
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