I COULD ASK

I COULD ASK
 
WHO AM I
 
 
AM I
 
SOMEONE
 
WHO PRAYS UPON
 
 
OR SOMEONE
 
TO PREY UPON
 
 
AM I INTERESTED
 
IN THE QUANTITY OF CENTS
 
OR THE QUALITY OF SENSE
 
 
WHAT'S MY SENSE OF PURPOSE
 
WHAT'S THE PURPOSE
 
BEHIND MY SENSELESSNESS
 
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MERCHANTS OF MERCHANDISE
 
CHAMPIONS OF COMMERCE
 
 
WILL THE SO CALLED
 
COUNTER CULTURE
 
 
PLEASE BRING THEIR GOODS
 
TO THE CASHIER'S CAGE
 
 
IT'S TIME TO COME UP AND OUT
 
FROM THE UNDERGROUND
 
 
ONTO THE HEART AND SOUL
 
OF MAIN STREET
 
 
INTO THE CENTER
 
OF SPIRITUAL COMMERCE
 
 
WHERE STREET MUSICIANS
 
SELL THE SILENCE OF SOUND
 
 
BUT NOT TO WORRY
 
THE VOLUNTEERED SLAVERY
 
OF THE SELF IMPRISONED
 
CASHIER'S CAGE
 
YOU'VE CO-CREATED
 
IS LINED WITH CASHMERE
 
VELVET, AND SATIN
 
 
WHEN YOU BOUNCE
 
OFF OF THESE WALLS
 
 
YOU WON'T NEED
 
A STRAIGHT JACKET
 
 
OLD HIPPIES
 
DIE YOUNG
 
 
SINGING I CAN'T GET NO
 
SATISFACTION
 
 
OLD HIPPIES
 
DIE YOUNG
 
 
MUCH YOUNGER
 
THAN THE SHELF LIFE
 
 
OF THE MERCHANDISE
 
THEY HUSTLE
 
 
JUST LIKE THE MILITARY
 
INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX AND WALL STREET
 
 
OLD HIPPIES BUY LOW
 
AND SELL HIGH
 
 
HUSTLING THE HUSTLE
 
HUSTLING THE HUSTLING
 
CON MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN
 
 
STORYTELLING THEIR WAY
 
ON AND OFF THE SILVER SCREEN
 
 
I REMEMBER
 
ONE OLD HIPPIE
 
 
WHO SOLD ME THE MOON WRAPPED UP
 
IN THE SUNSHINE OF MY LOVE
 
 
HE SOLD ME RECYCLED
 
DREAM SCHEMES AND DREAM SCENES
 
 
PUBLIC DOMAIN BLUES PROGRESSIONS
 
AND ROCK AND ROLL POWER CHORDS
 
 
HE SOLD ME MICK JAGGER'S LIPS
 
BOB MARLEY'S STORE BOUGHT HAIR
 
 
AND LADY GA GA'S FINGERTIPS
 
AND ELVIS'S BLUE SUEDE SHOES
 
 
BOD DYLAN'S POETIC
 
RHYTHM AND RHYME
 
 
AND BB KING'S
 
RHYTHM AND BLUES
 
 
HE SOLD ME A SONG AND A DANCE
 
AND A MULTI CULTURAL
 
UTOPIAN ROMANCE
 
 
HE WAS A STORY TELLIN FELLA
 
A REAL GONE FLIP FLOP PHILOSOPHER
 
 
A SECOND LINE
 
MARDI GRAS PRANCER
 
 
HE SOLD ME RECYCLED
 
MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX ITEMS
 
 
IN THE FORM OF A MORTGAGED
 
HOUSE OF CARDS
 
 
CONSTRUCTED OF CREDIT CARDS
 
CUT IN HALF
 
 
AND WALL STREET PAPER MONEY
 
IN THE JOKES ON YOU AFTERMATH
 
 
HE SOLD ME ANYTHING
 
AND EVERYTHING MONEY COULD
 
AND COULD NOT BUY
 
 
HE SOLD ME MOTHER EARTH
 
HE SOLD ME FATHER SKY
 
 
HE SOLD ME THE SALVATION
 
OF REVELATION
 
 
BEHIND THE WHO WHAT
 
WHERE WHEN AND WHY
 
 
HE SOLD ME THE ANSWER
 
TO THE QUESTION OF LIFE
 
 
BEFORE THE QUESTION
 
WAS EVER ASKED
 
 
HE SOLD ME THE SOUL
 
OF THE MIRROR'S REFLECTION
 
 
HE SOLD ME
 
PEACE OF MIND
 
 
 
HE SOLD ME FREEDOM
 
FROM THE ILLUSIONS OF TIME
 
 
HE SOLD ME
 
THE FLOWER OF LIFE
 
 
HE SOLD ME
 
THE TREE OF LIFE
 
 
HE SOLD ME FREEDOM
 
FROM A SLAVE MENTALITY
 
 
HE SOLD ME
 
TREASURE MAPS
 
 
WHERE X MARKS
 
THE G SPOT OF FEMININE PLEASURE
 
 
HE SOLD ME ANYTHING
 
AND EVERYTHING THAT COULD BE SOLD
 
 
EVERYTHING HAD A PRICE
 
A RHYME AND A REASON
 
 
HE SOLD ME RECYCLED WAR TOYS
 
WRAPPED UP IN PEACE SIGNS
 
 
I MET AN OLD HIPPIE ONE DAY
 
ON HIS WAY IN SEARCH OF
 
A PLACE IN THE SUN
 
 
HE WAS A GUITAR STRINGING
 
GUN SLINGER
 
 
WHO'D PAINTED PEACE SIGNS
 
ON THE BULLETS OF HIS LOVE GUN
 
 
HE SOLD ME THE  RECYCLED PRAYERS
 
OF MULTICULTURAL SHAMANS
 
 
RECYCLED SERMONS AND PRAYERS
 
AND RECYCLED FLIP FLOP PHILOSOPHIES
 
 
HE ACTUALLY SOLD ME THE MOON
 
ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION
 
 
AND HE THREW IN THE PLANETS
 
AND THE STAR CHILDREN
 
AS A BONUS FOR HIS SELF PERSUASION
 
 
I MET AN OLD HIPPIE
 
WEARING NEW PRE FADED BLUE JEANS
 
 
WHO NOT UNLIKE OTHER
 
HIP HYPOCRITES
 
 
HAD A NEVER ENDING
 
STORY TO TELL
 
 
OF DRUG RIDDEN
 
COMICALLY COSMIC ESCAPADES
 
 
I WAS GOING TO ASK HIM
 
THE MEANING OF LIFE/LOVE AND LIGHT
 
 
BUT HE WAS PREOCCUPIED
 
IN SEARCH OF THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE
 
 
HE SOLD ME ANCIENT INDIGENOUS
 
CEREMONIES AND PROPHECIES
 
 
 ALONG WITH THE EXACT
 
TIME AND LOCATION
 
OF JUDGEMENT DAY
 
 
EVERYTHING SEEMED
 
HUNKY DORY FINE
 
 
 
WHEN HE ATTEMPTED TO SELL
 
ME THE SECRET (OF LIFE)
 
 
ON THE OPRAH CHOPRA
 
MEDITATION HOT LINE
 
 
I KNEW IT WAS TIME TO WALK AWAY
 
 
WHEN THE SACRED CEREMONIAL
 
SWEAT LODGE
 
BECAME A SHOOTING GALLERY
 
FOR CRACK HEADS
 
AND JUNK FOOD JUNKIES
 
 
I GOT MYSELF A JOB
 
WITH A NEVER ENDING
 
EVER EXPANDING FUTURE
 
 
SELLING THE BIBLICAL STORY TELLING
 
OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN
 
OVER AND OVER AGAIN
 
 
TO ALL MY HUMAN FAMILY MEMBERS
 
AND MY CLOSEST MOST PERSONAL
 
UNIVERSAL FRIENDS
 
AND LOVE'S PERFECT STRANGER DEJA VU
 
 
FOR LITTLE DID THEY KNOW
 
THE SHIT HAD ALREADY HIT THE FAN
 
(c) Louis-Virie Blanche