Time to try, Gettin' by. Don't know where, I put the tie dye. No worries- we'll find it, I Wouldn't lie. So pack the Acid So I can fly. Camping trip, A tent, dont buy. Its hippy style, Build it from a pile, Old twigs, mud and stone, Give nature an inch, You'll gain a mile Time to be free Shoes, jeans and dope No need to be clean, Forget the soap. Much better a harmony, Than that which the pope- Promises sheep of the land, That they'll get through hope But don't worry sheep, And shephards too, The universe really does, Forgive you, But it and your 'gods' Are nothing alike. And I will tell you why. Your god wants obedience, Your god wants blind faith. He even wants your soul, Cos the devil and him just pick who wins, Who ends up down the gutter, They don't really care Because to them They're both the Same. But what gets me most is he wants money, Get a mortgage in heaven? That's not even funny. --------- Not perfect, but I wrote it when I was going cold turkey earlier this year. Have a recurring drug problem- heroin...I can't afford it. All jokes aside...its great to be high but Isaac Newton eat your heart out...y'know? Let me know your opinions please. Good or bad. If you want then I will post more of my scribbles for you lovely *cough*stoners*cough* folks. =] Oh, and no religious bigamy intended...your beliefs are yours alone. Just so happens that mine are anarchaic and nihilistic, with a drop of atheism, in nature.