He thought he found Utopia... |
I once visited a land far, far away, And once I got there I wanted to stay, But I knew my wife would not like If as a husband I went on strike, So I told myself I'd stay for a bit, And once I had my fill I'd pack up and quit. Well, things happened and, long short, I began to import and began to export The local botany surrounding me Including coca, cannabis and poppy. My wallet exploded in my pocket, So in a safe I stuffed and locked it, But it did me no good out there-- American currency was no good-- But with that I did not care... I knew I never would. My hammock of sinew and leaves Held me as I felt a light breeze Puff past my fingertips And puffed a joint in my lips. What of my wife? Oh--I forgot! I hope angry she's not! I made a mistake, honey! Don't you see That deep down I care for thee? I'll do anything to get you back-- Even give up my weed and crack-- Just write me back! Let me know What you want to do and where you want to go! Please don't be dead-- Though my beard is gray I have it in my head That this isn't happening--that I'm home with you With a clean body and clean soul too... But God had a different plan: Face what you've done--your life of lie, You can do what you can, But she's gone, and you're gonna die. Goodbye, my darling... I'm so sorry. |