Tome written eons gone some find moral home.. inside good like natural wood spoken as they roam.. populace is growing has been seen thus noted well.. money’s face ignores folks shouting ‘green’.. from science shells..
Eyes see space case cartoon face as most folks perform.. doing this in robot bliss until bored with the ‘norm’.. jungle holds a tiger.. deep in primal ways.. no cartoon buffoon can change the way primal lays..
Demon holds a contract.. point ‘Mighty Blues Song Road’.. local yokel loan place on your block.. a promise paper solid.. look a default scam.. solid paper mache’ of their rock..
Money dreams acallin’.. impress Mr. Jones.. read a book to feel the hook.. you know it in your bones.. comes from competition.. not a football here.. not a girl.. or brother wolfing scones.. no joy or fear..
Just a little paper.. promise you can fly.. flypaper and money honey.. need it ’till you die.. something more important.. everyone the same.. what you had when born.. what is needed for the game..
Demon holds confusion.. given out of time.. art or science holds you.. need no money faith or crime.. just a space inside you.. just your living due.. to hold a path only yours.. a dream single and true..
Thought for this day.. ‘Reaction continues the inertia of any act or provocation’.. Peace Tony