Go ahead Gaia, crack one off,

Now's not the time to be polite,

Even with your starseed children round the table,

their little bright eyes, shiny with anticipation,

Waiting breathlessly for the kundalini belch,

Relieve your aching guts, let rip,

Let it all hang out,

Transcend the quizzically raised eyebrow,

The curled pinkie framing the cup of earl grey,

Listen to Kaali's drums,

And the wailing from this toxic casserole,

Time to start the hot wash,

Time to rinse away the karmic stains,

Time to move on,

as the cosmos holds it's breath,

And an ancient drumbeat slowly rises..