money god

money god

a faith filled charlax 666 poetry poem

the oft repaeted theme of the pine float OAR sail sail sail on the water cup

when asked to go to the counter to make my order

eye balked

eye stood resolute then back

eye am ordering only water

then we will get you the short cup shorty

it is then eye got disgusted

then she said eye will get someone to make you leave here

and then eye heard the other woman say

eye will not give to you the Tall water cup today

it made me very unhappy especially when the natty tall man with the tie who is also homeless walked in and back out with the tall glass of free water they had no trouble serving Conan the tied barbarian a Baboon gets a tall drink of water in Texas short people get small glasses the only thing that eye even asked for eye meant the reason eye was there was for my WIFI signal but the free A T & T does not like me and so the few minutes online is almost not worth the hassle from the working girls who dissed me eye do not live in the yuppie world of seven dollar latte and so this upset me the single cup of water eye tossed into the grass then carefully picked up all the plastic twice and tossed it away into the dumpster on the way to Burger King who has decided to afford me the Senior Coffee at the discount price. Two bad they do not have WIFI. They said they used to have it there but had to turn it off it was drawing customers. My friend has told me of McDonalds he thinks they may not remember the outside incident of loitering perhaps eye could even purchase space a booth for wifi use again. He thinks the staffing crew has changed. A poor poet not worth a Tall hoot not worth the tall water glass of plastic ice not worth the time then why dump on me the short one eye am free not given to the blues. At McDonalds it will cost me at least one 666 to be allowed the use of the electric god they have them plugs right in the booth but coke purchasers are not allowed to stay all day long only about long enought to sign off. Like a poor stray dog charlax is investigating new signal space wherever he might be allowed too Rome. Without money there is not much hope of staying on.

Science Science

Science Science

the artist erased the skyline the eraser was moving across the page when the policeman grabbed the artists arm he froze and tried to keep painting the grass was not finished the yard was still cold not now eye silently screamed inside his mind numb at this horror of the world gone mad the policeman only smiled we have been watching you for several months your activity is anarchist your paintings reveal sedition the artist was only my puppet drawing limbo eye took my hand off of the artists arm eye was the policeman frowning down at the people walking near the park was crowded on the walk eye came up close to see the police had an artist they seemed to be delirious the person behind me walked behind me then paused behind the artist the policeman and the man on the sidewalk froze in place of the artist drew the police away then the crowd walked into the park the artist painted the grass green how eye hated the green grass but the policeman smiled down and let him live one more stinking day time the crowd spit onto the canvas until the painting was in ruins the color of the sky bending into the grass was missing clumps when the artist replaced the easel with the tower coming closer the white yellow shade behind the green of the grass contrasted with the normal blue of the sky frowned down at the city escape the policeman tried to arresst the crowd for spitting on the artists painting they all got out the artist was not doing wrong so the policeman let him off for good behaviour while eye smiled like a junk yard god trying to hide the painting the first painting that had been spit upon by the crowd was ruined the artist erased the skyline