He dreamed it.. he planned it.. he bought it.. (editorial.. though his first plan stemmed from his desire to move gas around.. the purpose was lost.. if there was ever was a purpose to this particular gas bag).. HO HO
Morty Enchilada married two tomata girls.. down below somewhere unknown to most folks in this world.. heard a band looked to the land just to love it so.. song to land and understand sung to help him grow..
Stan the Money Man hurries round in fancy wheels.. has a good profession but still hunts up money deals.. did he forget himself? as in a written play.. answers canned and ready.. for questions posed each day..
on a break seems he would fake if his path twisted weird.. learned to enunciate canned answers through his beard.. has a repertoire impressive always draws a crowd.. something he knows in his toes his mouth may say aloud..
somewhere unknown to most folks around the globe.. nature beautiful functions well without a strobe..
other places traveled well by those seeking to grow.. into a golden cave.. under a golden glow..
look to skies star studded wise a forever flow.. to define the infinite.. may be what to know.. yes folks in city worlds need to eat and play.. work at something that they love.. make a better day..
science moves forward in life those games of pattern math.. poets write poems of unknown folks passion.. war-torn wrath..
sculptor sculpts a vulture.. over maiden fine he carved.. beauty rendered will come tender feeding those who starve..
As they are born they live.. still.. the cat and the bird have much in common.. every move true.. for every thought survival.. Peace Tony
©.AC.16.7.12.arr././
