It's their excuse to play their drums.
Deep in the throes of tie-die dreams
They talk of nature's harmony.
The only nature I know is
A place no hippie's fit to live,
A place that's red in tooth and claw
'Neath anarchy of Darwin's law,
A place of stingers, spikes and thorns,
Where all from man to ant make war.
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