

Beatnik ShaboobalyGo ahead, give me inspiration, Put into my head an idea which will become Words. Give me a smile, a laugh, a nod, Something to let me know I exist. I love you, I hate you, I give you what is Mine. Take it and bury it in the ground, Where no one will ever find it. Turn me into a bird, Lord, So that I may fly away fom all of this. Turn me into a tree, Lord, So that I may know at long last, Where I stand. Give me your cup, So that I may drink from it, And recieve the poisoning sustenance, The sustaining poison. Label me, judge me, loath meBeatnik Shaboobaly