Permit to Pee or Just for Free

Pull my chain, rush to flush dreams down the drain, impossibility.

Whisper words like poetry by a river or get a real job, blow me away with prose.

Reach for the skies like trees, soar like satellites, who would have thought, years ago.

Wierd scientist let us idealise, technicalities of technicalities both block and enable our way.

Lean in, look up- to whom, what is praise worthy, selfless or selfish creation, hot chocolate.

Gurgling through my subconscious is something to share, pure charity.

That is my dream, universal panacea, it will save the world, one day, sooner the better.

There is no owner of you or me, of this and that, patent goodwill restrict it or science.

Perhaps printed on paper but I do not honour it, everything is universal, like air, like land.

Design a monetary system to serve yourself, then buy islands and people and the media, made.

But the tiger lives here too, where is her share if not here or there, capitalism- schmism.

The system is corrupt, the banks morally bankrupt, I will not mould to reality, systemic mirage.

So to seek to know core, not of myself but of nature, how to serve it, the collective entity.

Independent as not to be contaminated by marketers peddling politicians distractions.

What would be best for everything in the long term, why aspire for all things less.

Wearing a shirt that says ‘share and care’, free hug, free parking or permit to pee.

 

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