15 February 2014

# 15 - pheasants moseyed

Power: it’s all about the clout of wealth
the means of production
the queens of seduction
the beans of destruction

I once drove though the countryside with power
and pheasants moseyed through the grain
I once licked power when it wasn’t looking
and pheasants moseyed through the rain

it fell in golden showers
trickle down
dribble pound
pickle sound

these words don’t have to mean a thing
I want to make your choice and I can pay


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