My hope my head when dead,
Will be carried to a faraway land.
If my dick and balls are allowed a ride,
I can start my own country to stand.
Where people will be weird but decent,
Draw doodles all the time.
Where animals are on equal footing,
Yes that land I can call mine.
Here and now, I'm a refugee somehow,
Cares about me are nary.
The planet needs minds like mine,
To survive this masterbatory society.
These thoughts I think will die with me,
And a world within a world lost forever.
I don't know how long I'll live,
Will die with me my plans all clever.
