The giant is eating,
His cold red beet soup,
And the World may burning,
Good morning, to soot,
While our government cheaters,
May think that’s mundane,
Only some dirt,
On the World’s window pane,
That doesn’t affect us,
So nothing we’ll do
Till it’s really too late
And were burned in the stew.
Made of feelings,That do dare,Even, the purityOf white SwanChallenge and flair,Everywhere.
I’ll travel to theMoon,On worded wingsAnd Dreamy Might.No expensive spaceshipNeeded.A good dreamyWhisper,Will catapult meTo Space’s,Quiet delightWhere it will alwaysBe night,So the starsWill still be shiningWhile on EarthAll they’ll be doingIs insulting and killingEach other, for powerAnd planning,The economic misfortuneOf one another,Proposing universal ‘free care’When they don’t ‘give a damn’Like Clark Gable said to Scarlet,As he…
With ketchup bells,Stale French fried smells,And dill kosher pickles,All ready to go.
No smell of roses,But!Lies for All,No discriminationPoliticians, talk, crawlWith determinationPromising everyone the MoonWhen they know very wellThere is only One,Not to be given to anyone,ButWhat does it matterIf lies pave the way?Power is power,Morals and decency,Who practices, Those,Anyway!
Like the clock that tics,Like a heart you fix,Love,The proper mix.
Across oceans, across time,My heart trembles, it’s divine,And the feeling is sublime,A spiritual union, through Rhyme.
