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In the time of the Giants walked a little Being
The little Being was always trying
Thinking about what he wanted to do
Chasing paper airplanes
Whilst running after dreams
Dreams, of kitty toad poles floating in the air
Time places the dust, that the air removes
Yet, time places the dust once again
Giants, attempting to discover new ideas
While the old idea is never used
The laughter of children
Echoing through the halls of crowded spaces
Unused toys that fill market square
Made from the furnace in a place called China-world
Products that flutter throughout the house
Giving kids
Scraps of paper, of cardboard
Putting together with a heart of fantasy
Waste fills to the sky
Endless need for more
Just continues to grow
The Being
looking around
Wondering
"What will become of this?"
The Giants float around
Paying no attention
To the destruction being done
The Being holding a coin that states
“MOMMA SAID MONEY MADE THE WORLD GO AROUND!”
The Being met with other little Beings that asked
"What's the word?"
The world
“WORD IS!”
A world of the Giants
Gone recklessly scarce.
The little Beings scream with madness
Giants annoyed at their disturbance give them food
“THIS WILL SHUT THEM UP!”
No one wants to hear truth
The eyes caught on the shiny reflection
Another product to sell
GIANTS compared to a majestic fish
Chasing after a fifty-dollar lures
Only to be put on the butcher block
Getting ripped
Getting tore
Another Giants joy.
The mind
Playing games
Fooling the world, of self-made ideas
Like that of a plant
That won't hold in ground
The universe
Sitting in the stall
Reading the who's who
in Giant world now
A soft grunt is heard
Followed by a splash
falling from the sky
To find a happy recipient
“SHIT REALLY DOES FLY!”
The Being contemplates
While sitting on the curb
An arguing Hippopotamus
That floats through the air
Laughing Penguins without a home
Wobble as they chase each other’s tails
Talk of love resounds
as dead birds crash to the ground
Two talking Kitties discussing politics
Who we kidding, it turns into a claw brawl
While a Dog bitches about the local team
Giants continually pass along
The world is in tears
The greed of Giant monsters
Has everything obscured
Imagine how foolish we look
To those that are small
While no one will ask
Who owns the WORLD Now?