A little something I wrote at work ;).

Mole City

Welcome to Mole City, where semi gods throw you diamonds in the rough from sole pity
Like: Hey, I recognize your face, puzzle piece out of place
Let me think just for a sec, oh now I know just where I saw you
You were in the stable of Augia cleaning hooves and mopping treck

We've taken back the words
Building our pyramids upside down, tips into the sand
Ancient history tucked under arm and the future in our hands, fearless
For all of you who know that felicity is more than an off the air TV series
It goes R. A. P., it goes rhythm and poetry, it goes building haunted castles for every homeless, out of job, banshee

Cause Monkey One has his ears covered and Monkey two got problems of his own but the truth is that the monkeys of our times just can't be bothered
No worries though, cause this is that basic stuff
Like when you see an origami swollow flying on its on you get your fist up
And when it asks you about the meaning of life, you get your list up

Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-07-03 at 01:34

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This write caused a laugh with a tear -- and Ian just added to it! You've got your own voice, Poet, and you use it well.

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i think the monkeys are too busy trying to get laid to bother with the flock they keep.