Imagination

I used my imagination
It was my total concentration
To save this lonely nation
From this brutal occupation
Can you feel the vibration
The coincidental annihilation
There is no procrastination
When it comes to our fornication
You’ll be the next sensation
Born of all this mystification
Lets all stop this revelation
With a bit of provocation
Right inside this installation
Just before the investigation
Into our newborn realization
Were all so full of frustration
People are doing mutilation
Their working on suffocation
Drinking into intoxication
Never noticing the conversation
Or the nasty infiltration
All caught up in preoccupation
With a touch of inspiration
And a little bit of instigation
And a whole lot a consultation
This meaningless infatuation
Has got me full of reverberation
And a gut full of constipation
With this cramp like formation
And now the moment of elation
As we fall out of relation
Furthered by magnification
The train stops in the station
For a little consummation
And a little more agitation
Some bubbling new formation
All put into summation
This new found aggravation
The silver birds of aviation
Flying to your destination
For a little titillation
And a lot of culmination
And a bit of verification
And way to much inflation
And ends in all stagnation