A Jerk's Journey to Jungle
Cracked moonlight caresses every carnation flower,
While my sight sees a salty sea seven miles away from here .
The moon burns to ashes as the old ocean grows golden with every growing hour,
I can see a ball of fire rising from the higher mountains far from near .
Hypnotized , mesmerized are these dazzling deer's eyes,
In the woods, on the wood, sits a sparrow chirping to the hottest sun in the sky.
So soft is this ball of fur, as appealing as it is when a human lies ,
But a Grizzly, what an irony! , oh it's cuteness! , a hug and you die.
The artist might be short of the variety of paint , so he made it as green as it could be ;
Or he wasted his palette of colors on that rainbow after a pouring day.
Cotton on the land , cotton in the sky , as cottony as it could be ;
Oh yes! a sapphire , no just a crystal of snow , after getting struck by a sun ray.
A cute chameleon, changing colors, a camouflage , like a cruel human does to his pal;
and then a body wrapped in a newspaper, black and white strips eating leaves,
Oh what a beauty! , a sleeping beauty , a sloth sleeping by the Sal;
everybody wants it , but not everybody gets it , yes this is where peace lives .
To the Jungle , yes in the wild woods , I wish I were an animal with hair and no clothes ;
'Cuz they might be naked , but they don't wear clothes of lies and hypocrisy.
Fake faulty tears and true terrible lies , they don't take false oaths ;
Yes in the forest , where peace is the emperor , there ain't absolute autocracy , painful plutocracy and devilish democracy .
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Mysterious Poet
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