Chicken Broth

Sitting pretty day dreaming
As the world celebrates nothing
Resolute spirits hold tight
A man of free mind and lazy might
Conquer the world with one brain
The super fuzzy void main
Singing a hate song
Strong riff in my head
All just an illusion
Bigger toys larger springs
Rush of thoughts in the brain
Catches a twitch in my smile
Need another fight
For thoughts to see some light
Chicken sitting on men
Reverse the food chain
Poor men on the street
Rich men don't care to greet
Crows laugh out loud
Finds the odd egg out
Fireball tearing through black cake
Curve inward and keep me awake
Blushing away
Can't stop being me
Into the chorus now
Colliding thoughts no conclusion
And then there is silence
Men are chicken for some

Lonely Planet

* The digital image (origin unknown) on the left, and my rendering using oil pastels on the right. Did some painting after a really long time, feels good again. This was done in just under an hour.