Roadside Picnic
© 2017 R. Chris Dahlgren


Why should I have a job?
When a man has a job he’s a slave to another
Don’t fall in the cracks like the mob
Just move to one side or the other
On the way to a roadside picnic
On the way to a roadside

Do you want a full empty?
Or would you like your empty full?
When we get into the zone
We’d better watch out for gravity’s pull
On our way to a roadside picnic
On our way to a roadside

Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers for the things we have begotten
Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers

A pocketful of joy
Sacrificed on the alter of science
And I know it’s just another ploy
Of some or other unholy alliance
And it’s grey every day and every night
The sun hides with our compliance
Let’s invite the sun to a roadside picnic
Let’s invite the sun to a roadside

Once, I thought I’d never sold my soul
But now I’m feeling kind of funny
I’m biting my lip because I know
They bought us all with their money
But happiness is free dear, and it’s so
Even if it’s a bittersweet tasting honey
Let’s eat the rest at a roadside picnic
Let’s eat the rest

Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers for the things we have begotten
Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers