It's just the beatniks' feet
...Living a life so incomplete
Abstaining from things, that I just can not meet
Thus, wayward wander; with your ships and it's fleet
Question me this answer
Tell me where you wander
You think I my omnipotence is devout
So take my head, blunder and shake it until you ponder
I am dully listening to tunes of the past
Your memory is now so old
Regardless of your drug induced fast
My mother negatively engaged, warned, and told
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