A letter came from the dentist today

two more root cannals and we'll be all set
this is a public health crisis
nitrous oxide dreams give way to chatacters from cereal boxes
this will all be over very soon

the mayor of town hall wants to raise taxes six-pence
I am not your follower
like some strange movie-set in disarray
this citizen pays the six-pence

because I refuse to sacrifice my good will to those less deserving of it
even if I stood out in the rain
but it is not my time yet
this one bears a cross

so march onward
bring your horses to a gallop
stop for no stranger
how much did this treasure-trove cost you?

the village people stand by the side-lines
they are old and they are bored and they are sorry
don't you know? nothing can keep this fire burning for long
because at the end of the day... well it will be just that

champagne-suicide overdrive
escape your prison
save enough for cab fare
head out to the LSD party with me