In the new dawn of dreams

Adolf sits on his final throne of dirt dug deep,

Wondering if the English Bard would have loved him so,

 

Don’t go down that street!

 

We are wild-walking beings with a side of dark heart.

Sheep have beautiful contours and very furry

 

Hurry up Steinbeck, you’re rambling

Sitting on tailored lawns through polished glass

Not as cool in old black leather

 

Lost lies in the bright blue skies

Please don’t eat my banana

The Velvet Underground are deep.