They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
—Neil Young, Thrasher
Safe here in our little bubble
New ideas are too much trouble
We are good and we are true
There’s nothing we can learn from you
We don’t have to hear you speak
Tranquility is what we seek
Our habitat was purified
We weren’t allowed to play outside
Our tender souls demand protection
We can’t survive a mild infection
by Richard W. Bray
She’ll be nothing like I pictured her to be
—Neil Young, Lookin’ for a Love
Didn’t expect her beauty
From her bones to her skin
Didn’t expect the galaxy
To suddenly spin
Didn’t expect her smile
With its magical power
Didn’t expect her laugh
To resonate for hours
Didn’t expect to quiver
When she looks me in the face
Didn’t expect her poise
Didn’t expect her grace
Didn’t expect her countenance
To fill me up with joy
Didn’t expect to frolic
Like a goofy little boy
Didn’t expect to ever be
This silly and this sappy
Didn’t know there was such a thing
As permanent lovehappy
by Richard W. Bray
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