Picking sand, picking sand, there goes a man picking sand
The sand is everywhere, in everything
Stand above your head and see
Small man, crossed legs doing the flam beano dance with nigger wings
Take a chance on him babe, and you'll see his thing
Wind wipes the cottonwood clean, pretty white things come falling down
Acorns once on the ground are eaten by a big rat wearing a small hat hiding his brain
Those who know him, love him, those who know him hate him
"But can't we be all the same", said a robin with large breasts
She walked into the grass, the wind stirred butterflies around her
She said hello to the world but know one could hear her
From the grass, there was sand, from the sand there was water, from the water there was sky
Naked she laid down in the grass and slumbered
The Summers sun came down upon her body
The suns warmth felt good on her skin, she closed her eyes
She dreamed of a good man, but there damn hard to find.
Poetry from the book {Promethius Lives} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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