The desert wants you thirsty,
And the chef wants you hungry.
The looming rain forest wants you gloomy,
And the coast wants you moody and distressed.
But god and the gangster, the thief,
And the fantastist terrorist
Just want you to believe that they're
The real poets, to hell with the rest.
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