Fugitive Kind (redux)
I saw Sasquatch kissing Santee Clause
right after the commons were privatised and the rent had to be paid
right after I ate the second shroom raw
the kind the Great White Faters and their mutters made illegal
Thus Sasquatch and I are outlaws of the mind
The brain police are on the lookout for the likes of us
We are everywhere yet
we escape their oily grasp
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