"My Movement's Moments"
A Mercury Head's dime's tale.
Singing songs of six pence on stage.
The money trees are mighty dense.
The white picket fence sticks out of the bushes.
Just like the politicians' tushes.
Fumigating the town with a burning marijuana garden.
The Gardner Of Eden.
Sitting on a bench collecting my thoughts.
Minding my mind's business.
I'm just a business man.
Made in the garbage's pail.
First families dance in China on a stage.
Swinging to songs of English pounds' ex-silver.
And pick up the four P's.
Like the Chinese Chamomile Citrus herbal teas.
The real caffeine free iced seas.
Setting a stage for a new page.
A monkey's cage is all the rage.
Ask a junkie their true age.
Who's the sage?
Do they earn the minimum wage?
What's spoken is always unbroken.
It can play tricks on you.
Who are you, anyway?
You never have to say.
Who visits the new day.
She always was meant to stay.
By the way this was written on a May birthday.
By And By Zeke Zucchini alias Jonathan Billet.
03.31.14.
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