ONE WORLD COWS

I want to be that.

Can't ever - shine spats.

Turn we into this.

That is my lifes bliss.

My mind is just that.

Again like shoes with spats.

Alter - mold - bend - twist.

Images are in the mist.

Plastc body, can't move fast.

Me simple - in the past.

Must become that IMAGE.

Out - over - a new rage.

Alter - glue - pieces - free.

Small Doctors - only big fees.

Now I am this way.

The mirror of yesterday.

I don't know of you.

40 dozen and not a few.

Now we all look alike.

IMAGE - MOLD - CLONE PEOPLE - STRIKE.

A world full of people now.

ROUND WORLD FULL - HERD OF COWS.

from my poem book - DREAMS 3