Tristan Robert Lange

A Trip

I wish you and I took a trip

Beyond the common to the radical.

I wish that and state it emphatical;

And no, that was not a slip.

 

You see reality, I see a cartoon

With all the characters exposed,

While the villains are all deposed

Before it reaches high noon.

 

So, come, baby, come to this place

And I will not be here any longer

For this hell-cell could not be stronger

And I now need my own space.

 

Go, now, go and never come back.

For I am done with your excuses

And will no longer accept abuses.

That is, friends, my solemn pact!