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I'd rather be a wandering philosophy
spouting my gossamer gospel from
hostel to hostel
I'd rather ponder the laws that be
shouting crossly 'cross hell from
hassle to hassle
I'd rather rag serene old blues tracks
beaming lucid dream facts for free from
jackal to jackal, jeckel to hyde
fat sacks full double bags tied blessed mind
mirror blind steerer
of fortunes trouble binds the tides blears
the torture horticulture shears the green children
building dream vines but the freak rides out the wave
devout, depraved, saved, engraved
outside his house his tombstones
deep asleep from his room thrown
into this schisming scamper you can't
recant the brain's decanter or answer a howling blare
I'd rather not be cancer, the drab crab dancer granting foul over fair
I'd rather stop the dancing axis that lances the earth
and stand back and wait for man's rebirth.