Greener than lettuce
Compared with the sun
Ocean is like the vapor
From the mouth
On a little rock
We’re small
As the mold
That makes green
Some rocks
But we can transmit
Even greener funds
At light’s speed
To the place they belong
We’re also good
Refining uranium salts
Making plastic wood
And dreaming other worlds
So what’s wrong with us, boy?
I don´t see any fault
In being a little difficult
Because history is made of wars
Do you see my point, boy?
Wait for your chance at bat
Keep your eyes on the ball
Opportunity never calls you, twice
If you don’t win
The biggest lottery price
That doesn’t mean
Lottery ain’t fair
System has its ways
You must not go against them
I’m afraid that poor people
They better surrender instead
So now you can see it all
With sharp exactitude, dude
We’re cooler than the coolest breeze
And greener than lettuce
VABM July 1, 2010