We stand in the courts wit the clowns
A Coyote sits on the outskirts of town
Farmers dry soil yielded a shortage of crops
But resilient cannabis got some peeps busted by the cops
Doctors swooped in with legal Eagles from the State
Serving subscriptions of prescriptions done changed our fate
And those IRS Feds still squander my tax rate

We stand on the doorstep of an Aquarian Age
Nanosecond transactions got the market in a manic rage
Alien technology drains water and jobs
Corporate media floods our teles with opportunistic commercial mobs
Mental health experts called in to assess intra-psychic states
Serving opinions of self fulfilled fate
And in spite of our differences honey, I’m glad you’re my mate

Changing tides across fruited plains
Got pundits reptilian grins bickering bout climate change
Inflated taxes and budget cuts got folks in a rage
But sharing our resources means our survival in a New Age
FEMA came to town to clean up a chaotic state
But survivalist paranoia is stuck in its hate
And those IRS Feds still squander my tax rate

Big Brother is here to preserve our Republic
Power to the People is a mantra to the public
Meditation is key to sit with what is
Reflection of Self is our spiritual biz
Picture a waterfall to clear your mind
Clean self-care ritual to help you unwind
And in spite of our differences honey, I’m glad you’re my mate