In the air tonight, Pigs on wings

is like a Turkey in the tube

futurist's dreaming, Venus and Mars

Scripture prophecies of the Apocalypse

Stealing the day, drinking my coffee



What's new under the sun, solar eclipse

heating the ground, profound. . . OH NO!

Mary had a little lamb, who lies down on Broadway

Horizontal is the horizon, me on the sofa



While I continuing my philosophies, and stealing . . .

your time just for a minute, sailing away

in a bright summer day, bet and rate is like a rocket

empty is my pocket, but rich in mind!