Laurel
 
i ran through jungles to warn you.
at times, i thought i'd not get through.
most times i felt i fought alone,
but in no time they’d come along
with mystical chants and ritual dance;
those mimicking, posturing primates.

laurel, buy some ear muffs,
laurel, and some ear plugs.
laurel, live in a sound proof booth.
laurel, lock-out their words from you.

manicked hair, lacking care,
but when you sing
it's all they can't see

i hid, in shock at all they said.
i thought those times were gone and dead.
they spoke of changing what you wear.
don't they know you float on air?

they pummel their drums
and dig in the dirt.
next year they'll be
hawking the next shirt.

laurel, buy some ear muffs,
laurel, and some ear plugs.
laurel, live in a sound proof booth.
laurel, lock-out their words from you.

biker boots, giggling goose,
but to hear you sing
is galaxies unseen.

i ran through jungles to warn you.