Oracle 2003 "Through the Pupil"
Volume 22 Issue 1
Page 23

Trippin'
by Possum

I bid all, come here!
There is nothing to fear.
Come, listen to me.
'Cause here you will see
A place where bad things never happen.

You've heard all the rumors?
That we are all stoners?
I assure you they are wrong.
Hear my lovely song
Of my world where bad things never happen.

You see, people don't care
Of the greatness I bear;
They don't seem to see
The real face of me
Whose wish is that nothing bad happens.

Yes, their voices are screechy
Because "everything's peachy,"
But their complaining is useless
With all their refuses
Of events that will not ever happen.

Of course, I know they're wrong.
I've been waiting so long
To see a great sight
When they learn that I'm right
About events that will not ever happen.

Yet I let out a sigh
As I sit and I cry,
Because no one believes
As they are decieved
By events that will not ever happen.

We know they're insane,
With their suffering and pain.
But someday they'll see,
And come crawling to me,
So these events shall not ever happen.

But why can't they see?!
What's perfect is me!
In my ultimate ways
I control all the days
So that bad things will not ever happen.

For once they are here,
They'll have NOTHING to fear
From the violence of Earth
In this great new rebirth
In a place where bad things never happen.

You see, my way is smart.
You shan't ever be hurt,
And have infinite wisdom
In my endless kingdom
Where bad things will not ever happen.

Pure bliss everyday!
When seen in my way.
Where they can be careless
And completely fearless
Of these things that I promise won't happen.

Under my knowing eye,
I watch many die.
When we come to an end,
We, in turn, ascend
To a place where bad things never happen.

I want you to know
The reason I show
That I am the boss
Is simply because
I don't want such bad things to happen.

So, don't be a fool!
Come! Follow my rule!
And then will I feed you,
And then will I lead you
To my world where bad things never happen!!

Whoa...the colors.