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A freedom
"He says, they all say , I'm crazy", said the old hippopotamus with the Mexican hairless eyes
(well you know how it is
you do it once, you know,
and they think they've got you forever).
"And you're trying to tell us you're not?
Well, you're wrong, you know, dead wrong. Dead. (Wrong)"
And with that the world became finished
so people figured they'd better do what
they hadn't done so everyone started fucking
in the Metro stations and
on the corner of Peel and Ste. Catherine
just in case, you know how it is, and
the young girls
and men
and the elderly
and those between.
The man with the newspapers
and the blue one directing
(traffic)
were all down on the ground.
The cars stopped,
at first to
watch this spectacle and then
they too started having
intercourse
in the intersections
the Volkswagens with the Hondas
(because the sizes were more suited)
muffler to muffler.
Also the mannequins
got in on the act
they found places
among the real people
and flung off their clothes
and price tags.
However!
The world went on!
The next day,
they all went about
with red faces
and looked not at each other
but down
and sideways
and in about nine months
there was a population explosion
and everyone blushed,
embarassed about freedom.
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