Life without passion and fire--is just a long death

I want adverts where lobsters tap dance across crystal clear lakes -
before the human eye can view this
then we shall never know
do lobsters tap dance

I want long dark bars
full of rock songs and naked grinds

I want Johhny cash to be god
and drugs that peel our skin

I want no money to exist
and dogs to rule with womenkind

I want rainbow colour skin
and large blue balloons to sleep on

I want all the seas clean
unexpected monsters being stroked by unemployed country singers

I want forests for graveyards
trees thick and stout

I want Sinead O'Connor to sing me to sleep
and an alien to rest my head

I want love to be on prescription
and tiny hemp bags full of April showers

Bambi's mum to live
Hitler never to exist

I want-
to hear an echo growl