A Cicada Shell

Baz Stevenson was like the commune
On the remote property.
Seems illicits wake you up more than
voting, working or paying for tickets;
Tucking top-stock inside hemp clothes.
Philosophy, Crusades amongst the bush,
Safeguard crimes toward trivial civilities
Like serve humanity.
Ask B.S. why he’s on the dole
and happy.
He won’t know of the distance inbetween
Enlightenment then Nobility.