Hippy happy hoppy ho

Hippy happy hoppy ho 

This is the work of a billion verities

Made in the mouths 

Of gaping entities 

Gobbing out words 

With village drunks

Scuttling centuries of thought 

Like a stupefied punk  

Is our conscience meant for nought

To make itself until it's sunk? 

Hippy happy hoppy ho 

Don't wanna spoil your bit of fun

But I think there's a hole 

In your bucket of sun 

Don't wanna spoil 

your ripples of laughter 

But I think there's a worm 

In your steeple's rafter 

Those who are weak in the faith 

Eat only vegetables 

This is the curse 

Of today's doomed youth 

Kill the young

ideals are deviant 

People live too long 

That's the truth

Kill the poor like a nasty itch 

Wipe them out by making them rich 

Hippy happy hoppy hoo

A man must do what a man must do 

Plant a tree and punch an actor 

Plough yr field with john Paul Santa 

Hippy happy hoppy hey 

Blah blah woof woof 

So you say 

Hippy happy rainbow dung 

There's a hole in your bucket 

Your bucket of sun.

1/1/18.

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