Decode this

Break free from mother's teat,

Like tiny blue birds in the grass,

and golden tendrils falling down,

we'll grab from freedom to sing along.



All the rainbows deep concern,

is crashing down unto the Earth,

And swirling lights, watering eyes

Flashing beacons of Alien lies,



Growling dog on lonely cat,

we'll try to understand where we're at,

and if we cannot find what's wrong,

we'll all redose and smoke more bongs,



Take hold of lover's locks,

to recreate what we forgot,

and all that is this poet's mess,

was found from under your brother's dress.