Ode to Fun
Seriousness leads to statehood
Eventually it does
Fun maintains anarchic mood
A peaceful little buzz
It helps the plants to grow
It colours up the day
It makes me want to go
Just every which way
I’m living on the fun side
In hiding from aggressiveness
Through time and space I gently glide
Away from seriousness
I know it stalks me anyway
To occupy my time
With suffering about what may
Occur like senseless crime
I can be judged, despised and banned
But fun’s the only thing
That never fails me in this land
Of which no bird would sing
All the calamities I’ve known
All troubles deadly heap
Can’t shatter love, which I had sown
And fun is what I reap.
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