A Discordian is anyone willing to look
at the windmills and concede that they
might be giants...
I must consider my national resources:
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana
millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature
that goes 1400 miles an hour and twenty-five-thousand mental
I say nothing about my prisonsnor the millions of underprivileged
who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.