Shangri-La

I just hear bugles i just hear trumpets and horns I am the fool a slayer of rule an androgynous clone of make believe thought a trance, sometimes not knowing what's real as free a rational ability I have barely cried and yet cry more everyday for the equinox of tyranny and hate selflessness and greed, A story of Kuwan-Yin were you the mind or the body or neither, or have you gone too fast around that bend and do you have answers that don't end he is not of this earth as sin does fine within a wreckless statesmen's stride,one left for homi right for sui's, putting it all on the Ritz fat crackers on paper plates and moving cars where there ought to be people our savior will not be driving a beam-er balls crushed by these crippling cars, from my first cigarette to my car stereo aways thinking she's my girl. I'm sure i was a taxi, with loneliness my meter look the hundreds we save foregoing the gas pumps and those no duty fags that bust your ass the privilege to put money into a bad deal until someone buries you at the wheel like a good captain you go down with your hero's grip ,down with your ship look at those campers who like nothing better than plug in they're bug zapper and radios, we plug our brain into some machine, that spits us out in search of gold drowned this system from it's consuming desert decide what time forgot, before we 1st decided life was more and we have less and lesser chance to strike, let's split on a cheap camel, it'll carry your gold we grab what life throws, and now it takes to prolong a species cause. It knows a life so brutally evolved, our memory could succeed where others failed, but one, frankly it had to start with a mom a manger was as pod and the wisemen robots