These men crowded way up in the sky,
Have little in common with you or I.
They smile at each other and are quick to buy-
Any ride that's red that floats miles high.
Then they rise and hide in a cloud,
Where they float real close and talk so loud,
About how they're so much better than thou-
'Cause they only like red and not colors like brown.
And all about how they'd rather drown-
Than to lower themselves and ever come down.
Because floating around is superior to our town,
High up in the sky, not down with us on the ground.
I got a Bready from YourDailyBread,
But I never let such things go to my head.
So I looked for a way to give back instead,
I took pen & paper and sat down and said:
"Jeremy Burnich on a network called Ello,
Hands out recognition to creative fellows.
Curating great art & creation, a hero-
In honor of Burnich this painting I bestow!"
So speed over to Ello.co,
To discover neat people you might never know.
Follow YourDailyBread like a show...
His 'ellos inspire your mind to go "Whoa!"
- Thanks to +Joy Complex for the Bready!!!
A happy family hanging out with Papa on the barge,
No doubt he'll catch a fish for dinner, hoping it is large.
Dropping hook into the water, feeling thirst & getting parched,
Looks like Papa got a bite, reeling in his back is arched!
This fish is HUGE, Holy Crap! This thing is super strong!
The pole is bent, please line don't snap! Come on, Come On! COME ON!
Now we see it in the water... ENORMOUS, BIG and LONG!
As it shoots up high into the sky casting shadow down upon!
Wide open mouth and big sharp teeth it swallows family whole!
Hand in hand they cannot breathe but to survive was their one goal!
So they held their breath and stuck together, body, mind & soul,
And all five went swirling up and out the whale's big squirter hole!
Three unicyclers ridin' on a narrow road,
With a bottle in each hand, no one knowin' where to go.
They ought to get a tan, 'cause their bare skin is yellow,
Rollin' on a pavement pilgrimage to find a home.
Now they'll never find a place to live, rowing on this path,
On a race to leave behind a life that's going nowhere fast.
Not meddling, but pedaling to settle down and crash,
At a pad where they can relax- I just hope the beer will last!
Gathered in the sky, people pointing at the 'bot,
Ever'body criticizing, ever'body say they not.
But these people like music and they like music a lot,
And a boombox not enough they want it on their iPod!
'Cause they live for MP3 - downloaded from the 'net.
Sure they like vinyl but now vinyl's hard to get!
This is 2005 and these people wanna JIVE,
Just imagine their excitement when they discover Spotify!
Just another platform with a nice house on top,
With clothing out the window 'cause the laundry never stops.
Now she's sitting on a rock in a frock - no shoes or socks,
While her man's got a plan but it's hard to pull it off.
Both of them are spread so thin that it's impossible to win,
But the kids are doing well and the struggle's all for them.
Now another year has passed and he's hoping they will last,
If he wants to save his marriage now he better move fast.
Because time is running out... And there's never been a doubt,
That your family and your loved ones are what life is all about.