I won’t miss a pill.
Or coming back.
Or your will for me to be free
Or you spruced up like a tree.
Or just plain you in love with me.
Cuz that’s what happens after you shove.
You’re controlled by the wishes of others.
Everybody’s your sisters and brothers.
Never arguing, Just making love.
Oh my God. Hell is above!
Wait a second. That would be terrible.
Unless we kissed till it was unbearable.
Then went off with the flow of Nature.
Relieved ourselves and acted mature
as a rock solid Superstar.
No, give me some pain long overdue
for dumping Mary over flames of the new.
A chance to make it all up.
Have countless children that’ll call me Pop.
I tell you I’m ready to sacrifice a few
tyrants who have told me where to go.
Saints shaming me after a peep show.
Where’s that pill that’ll goose me along?
Is it the wonder of the gander’s song?
No it’s just the thrust from the Trusted One!