Sensible Nonsense

I've hugged the cold rock and walked with rubber legs. Been planted like a flower, watching the bees do their thing. The Ozian Wizards dual with silver words and pencil sized swords. For a few dead presidents you can buy all the wheelbarrows you want. The Spirit Kings sell their prayers for the simple price of Mahatten. Monkey Bikers wear leather chaps and race their souped up rides. Platinum snowflakes fall from heaven, where the streets shine. Haloed Angels fly in formation, while muzak plays beetoven. I asked God if He was real, only true believers heard his reply.