The Counter-Culture Plea

Eat me in the ocean, Dear,

Forever hold me near,

Eat me in the ocean, Dear,

Please let go your fear.

Do not heed those fretting shades,

Who judgeth only once,

Do not trace the paths they tred,

Just fucking sit for lunch.

You are yourself your own worst being,

So bobble-heads will say,

You create the bed worth laying,

Is my bet upon the stage.

So please then come and follow me,

I offer you my hand,

Lay your worries well aside,

And I’ll ensure you’re fed

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