We don’t really want to live in a palace
We don’t really want to be the richest thing walking
We don’t really want to be so beautiful the ugly turn away
What we want is to get to be lazy; jealousy’s object
What we want is to get to be open; the earth’s project-
What we want is to get to do nothing every single day
with a place to stay
and have someone listen to what you have to say
And we have that.
If you really wanted something else
You would do something else
But this, what you have, who you are, is your dream.
To get to be POP art instead of appreciate someone else’s
pace and place and things
This is what all the blue collared slaves really want-
5500 channels on tv.
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