I see dinosaurs dismembered on the global highway
but then I open my eyes and see the unicorn with a handheld tracking device
he's calling orders for the new world
and putting in a pizza request
I see small members of a plastic army
rubbing shoulders with a flame
they are up against a world of insects
luckily their hands are balled up into fists
I see hydro-powered wonderworlds taking the storm by storm
the book is ripped and taped and ripped
by a weathered newscaster
I see yellow florets dissolved in hot oil
I see pounds and mounds of medicine rice
and a hero's cup of pink champagne spilled
across the grains
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