[Vulgar]

As long as I'm not a preying mantis' mate

Burgundy dungarees, assertive yet underachieved
Emerging from the summit of Crete,
A hive worker determined to find a buzz with the bees
Discovering streams free from money's impotent ways
Look at nature with unbiased eyes...a bunny's innocent gaze?
Bags of drugs in his jeans, pockets full of teen angst
At the edge of the eroding zoo - human beings should be shanked
What'd we have? A prosperous life, if people didn't litter our zen
Crimeland Springs - rivers of gin, injected guilt - ecosystem syringe
Why can't they see ayahuasca through a medicinal lens?
The spirit of Gaia could well be the self-renewing engine of men
Animal kingdoms seem to be so peaceful, thought the boy who'd seek answers
Tired of the priest's banter, he had a slingshot and carried deer antlers
The lion was the king of the jungle, he dreamed to be chancellor
He'd watch his own reflection at night in the lake - the scenery was amber
Accused of being a hippy, army recruiters barked insults at his different ways
The only blade he'd grip was grass, straight from Yahweh's Christmas tray
He said, "I'd rather be a dead termite than commit to militaristic rage"
Why play an endless game of Solitaire & work 9-to-5's forever?
I'd rather be a koala bear eating leaves or gnawing on some nectar
Call the leopards, the fog is spreading, the sky's raining Saharan embers
Gaul's successor's march with scepters in their palms to sketch us
across the frostbitten lodges and deserts, blood on polyester sweatshirts
Servitude indentured, to serpentine moons immersed in earthen creeks
phosphorescent God-projectors lurk in the murky deep; "I yearn for peace
I'd rather be raised by wolves than follow the nervous herds of sheep
I sit in the forest, National Geographic on my lap, a cheeky lad sipping brews
if I got my life's wish, I'd be a dungbeetle... still in less deep shit than you."