Notes after the blast.
Brother and Sister
Where is my country?
When I wasn't lazy
I poked 'round seven boulders' underbellies
and found it wasn't there
Are you my people?
If I was to tickle your nipples
Throw a Molotov cocktail
inside your armor
I shall soon see You for Who You Are
My anthems have melted into a sea of buttery beer
Some Big Fish are floating in it
They're dreaming of joining the circus
or forming a blues band when
they're not dying of thirst for meaning
I myself feel at home on top of a tree
These leaves are free
They do not need my notices
Too busy for the meaning of life
They are dancing to the beat of tribal boogie-woogie
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