Among
The
Litter
And
The
Trash,
Beauty
Searches
Through
The
Splash
Of
Muddy
Runoff,
In
Mankind’s
Plowed,
Eternal
Rift,
A
Shameful
Mess
The
Nasty
Gift
Of
Progress.
There,
Among The Litter And The Trash, Beauty Searches Through The Splash Of Muddy Runoff, In Mankind’s Plowed, Eternal Rift, A Shameful Mess The Nasty Gift Of Progress.
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California, Life Moved Slow, Realizing I Had Nowhere Left To Go, Or Fall Into The Sea, And Lose What Remained Of Me, As All Dissolved Into The Blue. I Was A Refugee From NYC, And For A Time, Went With The Fabled Flow, But I Resisted, And Kept My Visit Brief, Time Being A Thief, And Journeyed Back To Live Ten Stories High Watching The Days Go By As Painters Do, In Yet Another Hue. These
Days, I Wake Up Worried, The Colorful Snake Of Fear Nipping At My Rear, The House Repairs That Take My Cash, The Stubborn Yard, The Constant Trash. Disease And Rage In The Land, Trouble On Every Hand. I Want To Hide And Then I See The Puppy And Her Joy Over A Chewed Up, Ragged Toy. I Take Hope From Her, Pet Her Glossy Fur, And Remember My Good Cheer. By All That’s Sacred, I’m Still Here. Once,
There Was A Wishing Well, And Up She Jumped, Straight From Hell. Bid Passersby That For A Penny, She Would Grant Them Any Desire, But Instead, Cast Them Into Hell’s Fire. A Gallant Knight Appeared, But Had No Coin, Nor Did He Crave Vast Riches Or A Fiery Grave, Charmed The Witch Into Gay Laughter, Tossed Her Back Into The Yawning Black, And All Lived Happily Ever After. Here
We Have Senator Canem, From The Great State Of Alabedlam. Zipped Up In His Biker Togs, He Has A Message For All Stray Dogs. Get Out There, Bark And Dig, In The Service Of President Pig. Bite Those Nasty Democats In The Snout And Raise A Raucous Shout. Republidogs Rule, And Growl Loud Enough To Confuse A Willing Fool. |
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