[any time you see a Gil Scott-Heron
dusty vinyl long-player jam
with Brian Jackson,
it's a guaranteed classic;
this song so fuckin' great
and so fuckin' still relevant,
we seem stuck]
As possible, attempting to feel real world's touch,
on this continent named America despite
pre-Columbian presence lacking western clutch
desperate for wealth; the Earth can always make right
what's gone wrong, don't let fear entirely commandeer
all probable futures - truly exceptional
checks and balances super natural, austere
to dominion-minded brain, forcing sectional
thinking where holistic existed; Land of Free
press release and advance publicity lacking
in substance to back the hype; back to simple me,
attempting to live more (less) simply as can be
in overpolished world with myriad of greeds,
returning to the mud, getting lost in the weeds.
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