City street beat my feet rhythm to my ear.. Not like country quiet forest followed path known
Yelling for relief from 'Money Alley'..
dear..
Clouds always remind dancing of sunlight through myriad of beauty nature gives each day..comforts in the night..
Guitar, piano drumbeat, bass kicks beat command..city sounds, city ways, set upon the land..
Toys so bright attract a sense of wanting be..joys of toys lead to primal sex..girl you and me..
Alley has folks standing, dressed just to impress, folks with next to nothing, world of money, world of stress
Hidden thieves behind a paper wall of nothing lies..to hide is their way..from reprise of painful cries..
Turn to right this street is night gas bulbs of beauty glow..lamplighter has done his job..lights path as you go..
Family homes some display flash opulent shine..learn admire covet fire not yours by design..
Guitar in my hand feels good..scales strange on the neck..songs to play along singing for a check..
Back outside nighttime girls party city way..meet and bump..with Kathy rump..on to song next day..
Practice, practice be a star, comes to any jerk..is that true? I say to you..it takes a heap of work..
Alley folks invest in best nose open for cash..work is art money a part of social ways..young..rash
Pilgrims in the city..farm boys girls and dogs..do not look for pity..in ‘city pen for hogs’..art is close..closer than any..when you find it true..share it well..each city hell..made good by art of you..
Money in the alley..they have tools you find..lights so bright in darkest night..flash bright to make you blind..
They will never blind you..no paper or ‘brain police’..can stop an artist who has what folks want..good folks want peace..
I put this in a different format to make reading easier. For those of you who gave me ‘likes’ I thank you now and will catch up soon.. 
..I wish each of you realization of your artistic energies..in vocation or hobby..in Living for Peace..Peace T@cftd
© AC.11.1.12.arr././ (‘brain police’ Frank Zappa..Mothers of Invention)
