When this body is dead and buried And I've been born again Perhaps I will do better An entity not of men. This planet's full of assholes The intelligent are bores The rest are fools or politicians Fighting their silly wars. I think I'll go off somewhere Where no one can be found Spanning dimensions - striding the universe Until I run aground. And there perhaps I'll sit and think To ponder cosmic thoughts a bit Although I know the answer - life and death - love and hate... Concepts all - just piles of shit.
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