Leave a moment perhaps two.. something sticky… something new.. looking out on our range.. looked for the cause.. what did change..
Sitting in an easy chair.. a cornfield by the sump.. a fat watch fobber called a ‘jobber’ timing his oil pumps..
Fracker Fracker find no backers.. children of sense sing.. crackers of last century.. picking ‘strange fruit’ for a sling..
Sunny day turns grey for fobbers never give a damn.. tell all poor folk ‘you are what you are just cause I am’..
You are lucky.. girls are plucky.. claims he founded sex.. worlds of lucky on a passion found in nature’s mix..
Cash? you best repair to find fond in their stare.. fisheyes give to those who live in negative nowheres..
Cartoon creeps will never reap what they have passed around.. dirty air.. will never share.. sell water by the pound..
From a moment forward.. remembered for all time.. seen no lie can be unlearned.. as those burned in a crime.. There is an answer unnamed one.. for famous good as well.. slow truth easy.. gentle.. tolled by tiny silver bells..
Speaking of a jealous mate.. missed some long ago.. got to get back.. always said.. yet never fixes hell..
Fobber stretches in his chair.. checks who he must endow.. with a task or two for those born to pull his plow..