Dionysus

I told the world about my cure
Nobody gave a damn 
For a moment, I felt just like a god
I’m reminded I’m a man 

That boulder that’s upon your back?
It’s a tiny pebble, bro
How big you think the audience is
To your one-man show? 

In the theater of the deep escape
Nobody’s willing to pay
They just want junk and velvet drapes 
And to block the crisis away

I told the world about my dream
They nearly spit out their drink
I thought they were all just waiting to hear
Exactly what I think 

That guillotine your head is in?
Seems to fit like a collar and tie 
And before you know it, it’s laundry day
Ain’t nobody cryin’ no soapy tears
The day on which you die 

In the theater of intoxicants
No talk of want or privation
(Just) the carrying of buttery hands
From the lobby of negation

Deus de muitas formas
The god of many forms
Lights the ancient darkness
Killing European norms

So come and swoon the Soma dream!
No curtain can conceal!
Tiny vagrant aristocracies 
Amid sugar and ramps of steel

The maddened wench of river escape
Kills her child to feel	

Don’t you be another Lennon ape
Crying, “Nothing is real”
Don’t be another Lennon ape
Singing, “Nothing is real”

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