(Something a little more free form)

Lies have been told
Waves of mellow gold
Lies have been sold
Bought with a bread mold
In a state of being told

I thought
I thought about things being there
I thought
A nuisance of thinking all around me
When will they come together
The monsters and models
Who are beings one and the same
They could be doing something better
The monsters and models
The sheep and the coddlefish
Open a wheeling dish
Into the galaxy
For you and me

A dull night opened
To a stray
An outsider of sorts
Living far from the fray
What the hell was he doing
I don't know.
I couldn't say.
But he took up his tapes
And all his fake grapes
And Continued drifting far away