A ripe red Cherry
Pops under the weight of a vise
Induced by alcohol
A story to tell the grandkids while old
The corporate later
Rungs ripped away before
more like stilts
The rich man walks above you
Time stands still
The great drought of change
Stagnate water, No rain
And soon walks with a cane

The lame Rhino cant charge
Whatchya good for!?!
The Fat cat cant hunt
You could pet it
But I know it’d scratch me
you, us, we
A cactus mates the bee
And the light of the moon cant be seen
Only the suns mean sheen gleam

A mighty Universe
Hiding answers behind visual streams of light
With dancing sound
A palace or a pound
Great swamp leaches
Flying over us with wings they don't deserve
The feed off the empty
and feed off the Full
Grab, reach, Pull
grab the horns but leave the bull
Burn the sheep
and keep the wool

The gill less fish cant swim
Its gunna die
The spineless Ape cant stand
You could help it
But soon it starts to lie
Cry, why, Sigh
The rope, the noose we tie
As night comes, day says goodbye
When nights here, The squirrels get high