Getting
Thru’
Work your
magic thru’ my stream
Elixir of
resistance to my dark scream
It’s not
the evil of Dr. Dream
Potion of
the Inca’s called Kathy Caffeine
The plant
of labor, labor of love, she’s always true
I rise to
happy heights in a time of blue
Then
there’s the color green which reigns supreme
Extract
of wormwood anointed the queen
Known as
absinthe, the sister of great repute
Struck
out by mother Grundy for she’s a brute
Day in
and out we must get thru’ in a happy light
Our own
“trip the light fantastic” to delight
Who’s to
say you, me or we are wrong?
How we
construct any happiness is the most personal song
Pointed
fingers and wicked tongues are the resentful sly
Rock to
your beat with your sweet treat and you’ll fly
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