To all the freaks and spies.

Ode to all the things that be yellow;

Ode to your life and my life.

Once upon a land,

Lived a speckled band of people;

So boundless, so affable;

That they would take showers

With their clothes still on.

Our leaders lie controversially;

Striding like peacocks in jest.

Peacocks are useless to the world.

Often I open my eyelids like a spent squirrel;

That forages through the opulent forests of ages;

Tail wagging in delightful unrest.

Rest.

Now, I rest.

Amongst the palms.

In a hammock;

Among the waters and soils.

The rest stride to the sunset of La Mancha.

Belts heavy;

With a fistful of dollars.