A true ant
wearing a red backpack
and camel hiking shorts
stood at the counter
open toed sandals
hairy legs
and a hunting knife
sheathed and hung
from a hemp rope belt
"gimme one of them bottles with green mouthwash in them."
"does it have to be green ?"
"nah, but it hasta be green."
"ok then, so yellow is ok"
"yeahh, long it's green."
"ok, then."
Say have you seen color of the sky lately
the shopkeeper was thinking
it's blue
and it isn't mouthwash and
I think it kills ants.
"say that thing you are thinking isn't green, right"
"nope, it's blue left nut job juice for killing ants"
and it being a free market and all, the ant is thinkng
you'd of sold it to me for three times what it's worth
and smoked it with your friends until they were dead.
"That is the way it works?"
That is the way
It works
"that way"
curds and mouthwash
in a headshop for
granny ants.
That's the only part they understood
"i get that"
"take all you want"
"take two"
This is pure phonography.
Grooving , the true ant
thought
green and gone
grooving and rant
in a red backpack
in time.
"if it ain't green, how's it gonna be yellow?"
Crazy aint It?
