A Fantasy Of Gorse-Shit In The Hills Of La-La-Land

Far below in the Wasteland breathes the Dragon Lizard
Plumes of self-suffocating smoke drift upwards
Ego-encapsulated entities reach desperately in its wake, looking for elevation -
For the Seat of 'Perceived' Power & Control
Which seems to lie just out of reach!

An elephant comes into town and goes ape shit
'Must as they say, or 'Must-Must' as he says
"But there is no 'Must', all is voluntary
Even if it be shrouded in Mist",
Observes the elephant, flapping its ears in indignrritation

Floodlights come on unexpectedly, trapping Human Doings in Intensity
Some become mesmirised by trinkets
These self-styled 'Diamond Merchants'
Who cannot tell Gold from Iron Pyrites

Breathe on Brother
Breathe on Sister
Breathe on Life!

The action moves beyond the cries of the downtrodden
Whose boots tred heavily upon those 'deserving' to be put down even lower than they themselves feel
PlayUP, actOUT - tick tock, tick tock
Updrifts of wailing confusion and pain merge with Dragonsmoke
"Who cares who hurts, just as long as someone else does"

Yes the action moves beyond the fragmented self, the self-abusive-self, the abusive-self-itself
Beyond the 'power' of the Dragon.

It's about time anyhow!

Meanwhile, above in the rarefied air
All is calm and the breeze blows with Equal Freshness on Each weary shoulder
Smells from rotting corpses and the open running sewers
Do not infiltrate this place of No Division

The Gorseshit on the hills is of the genuine grassy variety -
No mocking fakery, no disharmonious re-branding of first principles
No fickle crowd to exchange back-scratching favours with
No more gloomy circularity of paranoid reptillian mental enslavement.

"Pain is mandatory" mumbles the quizzical ET on the hill -
Smoking a fat grass joint in the door of his spaceship,
"But Suffering my friend, is optional!"