My father is an anarchist
he’s awfully awfully proud
of freedom from the government
and always ready to go down
as a protector of his personal
his own agenda please
for though love is not an issue
responsibility is the key
with community a cause
lost beneath the sea
and connection simply words
and puffs of air just flying free

So hark ye governments
ye followers of twisted dreams
you will rue the day you pledged
a piece of parchment sets you free