The flying green ninja
will not harm the ground.
His tactics are all
ecologically sound.
He fights against fracking
and ozone pollution.
He champions thought
as the safest solution.
He doesn’t believe in
the throwing of stars.
And, if he must travel,
prefers hybrid cars.
The flying green ninja
is friend to the flower.
He shuns electricity
for solar power.
Put me on a government list.
Gotta get me some of this.
I got problems medical.
Need some prophethetical
Gotta smoke to get me well.
Government can go to hell.
Give my name to Uncle Sam.
Give me meds and let me jam.
Get me to the clinic, stat.
Doctor Feelgood, feelin’ phat.
Give me my own dose of weed.
I’ve been patient, but I need
Smoke, not syrup, for my cough.
Fill my script and get me off.
I be lovin’ medicare,
Feelin’ better everywhere.
Aches and pains just disappear.
Uncle Sam, got yours right here.
Light this blunt up with the flag.
I still got me half a bag.
Counter terrorism
can oft create a schism.
Perpetual surveillance
makes everyone assailants.
The changes wrought by science
now overwhelm defiance.
There’s pills to cure all sorts of ills
and some insure compliance.
Amongst us pass both man and beast
as unsuspected clones.
They’re programmed well, to say the least,
and monitored by drones.
The food we eat is riddled now
with crap made in a lab.
Experiments cost crazy bucks,
but we pick up the tab.
So, mother nature’s lost the race,
crushed by an engineered embrace.
The world is now a "better" place.
Emoticon here: happy face.
Sometime’s life’s so good you have to scream,
even if in pain, glorious pain.
Moments aren’t so fleeting as they seem,
oft repeating, back and back again.
Dreams appear to stitch it all together.
Years pass, unpredictable as weather.
Then one day it all makes sense,
seeming like coincidence.
Memories amass a psychic quilt.
All your past comes into focus,
faith or death or hocus-pocus.
There’s the map of time your life has built.