Small Men in a row,
cueing at a paper desk . . .
Poster: 'Dwarf Shortage'
Fresh Coffee addict
Buzzing throughout the day time . . .
Lonley winter nights.
Summer heat, clear blue skies
Green trees, Heat wave on the news . . .
Turn up the Aircon!
Water running fast,
over my paws, use some soap
Hot air, Full of Bugs!
Leonard Cohen sings
'like a sleepy morning storm'
beauty before age.
The mouth bites at it,
Juicy, Crunch, green and ripe
Nature's providence
I lift to my lips,
Mans holder of succulence
Ouch! My hand is burnt!
Sitting in a jam
My metalic throne of hate
I scream through my horn!
The moonlight refracts,
on the people in the night
snow burried secrets.
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