of your hole in the water

but truth wins out…

of your cash and Kerry

to China

of your day

but only freedom itself shall make you free!!!

of your shape

but yoga works better

of your common sense

but who perceives that all senses are empty?

of your hug

but fame is a bitch

of you flying sausage

radiant light to humanity

of your drama

but we never back home

of your hardness

but me nostalgia seems to fade

go 4 the story

of your patrol

but who controls the controllers?