Pepto’s not a foodie fave – sometimes wish
I could just eat sun and sound.
But I bungee jump from my petard-hoists,
and I fly my freak flag upside-down.
I’m having broken windows installed on Monday –
will beat this torn rice paper, for sure.
But at least the dogs’ve got their own couch –
prerogatives of the freak flag unfurled.
After dark, the rivers all run with ramen –
go fly your freak flag upside-down!
Cats and mice cutting a rug all tonight –
go fly your freak flag upside-down!
–the tree is same from the leaf.
–the knife is different as the gun.
All the pants are on fire, but nobody’s crying,
so I fly my freak flag upside-down.
Eating eyelash salad has yet to help
anywhere outside of Japan –
and oh the things in their vending machines,
but it keeps their freak flags flying.
Tepid times like these, wish I were more like Bowie:
hey, go ahead, just be brave and strange.
It’s okay that we’re all adrift and at-sea,
just leave your freak flag out in the wind.
You got more colors than a clown – shine on
and fly your freak flag upside-down!
