words of little meaning flow free

Maybe a dog should stumble upon a gutter and proudly call it home. He would spit out five butterflies, none of them green. And they would dance towards the light of a better life and flame up with screams. And they will slide back and embrace the rubbish in the gutter in death. And the dog would look contently towards that light and think proudly: gutter is my home. But cats can find themselves dirty. Some might get washed in a bag under the river, others survive. They distaste being dirty when it makes them get washed. A winner cheers for a day. Then he wakes and wants yesterday. He likes trophees, maybe. And rides a big, fat serpent. He is actually a she and her husband just lost his ear in India. He doesn't want yesterday, he wants two ears. And to hear the cheers of his mates. To hear with two ears. A sculpture is standing before a mirror. It's the mirror that says "You are beautiful", even though words came from stony lips. I shovel, I shovel, I am not a shovel, but it's building a hole and digging a mountain. I am shovel and hands guide me, lift me and then throw me away. Only electricity is worth keeping. Some people keep it in their heart. Light is divine, we want it in the dark. So switch on the lamp and keep the light. Light is not as white as paper. Paper fills the mornings and it injects us with interest and hate and laugh and fear and wonder. Is it all true? It's not about truth. It's about boredom, maybe, or something better. Anything it takes to forget that dream and that love for bed. It's all about dreams, illusions, mirages and images. I dream of goodness and beauty, of fear and tears, of I and I and Them. And then, I close my eyes, breathe deeply and see we're all actually awake. Booze never sleeps, it knocks the man down both day and night. Who pays my bride to suppress my good side? That woman accumulates wealth orally and depicts her success in diamond letters. By that standard, I'm a poor-poor man. Poverty is a must for those who walk the dust. Poverty is a sin for those who see me grin and rich is the man who sees no sin. We are not a sin, we're a treasure and gold is our essence. Our meaning is to be hidden for the lucky ones to find. The hunt is on!