"Sweeping A Broom"
Working
in my room.
Sweeping
a broom.
Living in
a dream.
Reality
doesn't seem like a steal.
Like the
real deal.
My head's
in a cloud.
I'm dead
in that cloud.
Hope it
don't thunder to loud.
Life is
to sad to be proud.
It's
lightning out and I'm thirty thousand miles high.
Cry as I
fly upstairs.
Waiting
for my shares.
I'm
drinking passion tea that tastes fine to me.
The
stewardess in the sky gave it to me for free.
She's an
angel who flies by in my dreams.
Tea isn't
for free unlike my poetry is to
me.
Keep your
tears dry, when you float by, in a rainy, wet, sky.
By
Captain Moonlight alias Jon Billet.
For April's Fools - 2014.
ON A
DRUNKEN NIGHT.
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