That's great, Marion.
The Trip
On acid once, I thought I was a pig
Cavorting in a cavern with a bat
Who bore an odd resemblance to a cat
And wore, I don't know why, a purple wig.
He answered, when I asked what's up, "The jig."
"Your hair's too bright, " I said, "put on this hat."
He sulked, "Without my wings, I'm just a rat."
"And I'm a pig," I said. "Who gives a fig?
The life we lead is just a big fat lie
That's blended out of yellow, blue and red
To yield a rainbow. Laugh at it, or sob,
Your choice. It's up to you before you die.
Strap on those wings and fly, or stay in bed.
There's nothing you will gain that time won't rob."
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