Let your freak flag fly

Jason

I like it when you ad lib

Coz everything in the city

& so slick & straight

When you waffle & deflate

It puts me at ease

That poetry ain’t Kraft cheese

You make me smile

Humanity & Mother Earth are one

One family

& our ribs our hearts’ cage

Let them out

Both in danger of dying from spiritual & emotional neglect

At risk of dying of a lonely broken beat

Not enough love about & within right now

Seems an anti-intellectual thing to say

Coz yunno the academes & marketers are so clever with their double negatives

But the song of the Earth & Humanity

Is a plaintive cry

Crying out to be held

On a starless night

Let your freak flag fly

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