Yo, green walking boy.|
You flash your flashy lash for nothing. No one to cross your charcoal road.
Burning ash, Dissipated. You flick onto earth and crystallize with revolving mechanical trucks.
Monsters with antler horns and horny cars. Bees buzzing on muzzled hearts. the horny bully big mule
plowing traffic congestion. The rain fall and wine stains that rake soak reek morning dews. The axe,
basket ball and coffins throwing bpebbles at the moon. No matter how many throws you end up with
62 and not the perfect two that you seek in this world of orange, green and blue.