Artists dose the woods
Move not nature but conform around nature
For days on end we make a living
As the living makes us
Music carries the spirit far from the usual conundrum
You're transported after being immersed and don't want to leave
So many visitors the blending in like a washing, cleansing
It's still capitalism but with true face paint, actual joy, and relative freedom
The business lanyard roasts in the parking lot hanging from the mirror
We forget it for peace
Humans off the leash but enough parameters and self enforcing
It's near actual community
Was it ever this way
More than a diversion and tie dye
More than letting the freak flag fly
Dusting off ones wings
Take home some artifacts you were there, the paint wash off
Photos discouraged as nudity allowed
Some ceramics, fancy hats, a necklace and earrings, a box of bee pollen
At night the visitors are swept away
While the community their insides rejoice, count their proceeds, drink hard kombucha, dance to drums
It circles and circles
Part of the trees, like mullets from 1342
Business up front party behind
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Staged it was literally
It grazed my ear look the bullet midflight look the blood
He pumps his fist as a baby pumps pumps pressure into the media airgun
It's a secret service
Leave a rooftop available
Train the military scopes on the mole
The moon flag waves with no wind
It's glorious a slurpee of red
Maybe God let the slurpee melt and drip down his deaf ear
Trumpet just the day before I cut my mole shaving
In the bathroom at the public pool
It bled and bled only a nick but
No bandaid it sure stands out
Everyone annoying stares
Annoying people blood mesmerizes
Big deal it's just a nick
Saint nick special delivery the secret service box of chocolates
The noughat every goon eat it up
Ladle by label the hyped is fabled
The hate ceremony roars
Eek a mouse the elephant cries
"the Butler sheriff, Michael Slupe, confirmed to the news outlet KDKA-TV that an armed municipal officer with the Butler Township had encountered Crooks before he fired shots at the former president from outside the perimeter of the fairground."
Sic, Slurpee.
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